I had a shower and then got dressed throwing on a casual summer dress and the new lingerie that I bought. I went downstairs starting up my laptop and ...ownloading emails my husband sent me. I was busy with the work for over an hour sorting it into files and folders when the door bell rand. I went to see who it was, it was Nick, he was wearing shorts and a vest. I greeted him and asked what brings him by, and to my suprise he came over to ask advise regarding his friendship with his girlfriends. No one wants to marry or love a girl that is so open before them. Even if they do they will judge her for entire life. He and the other guys are from completely different places so I thought I will not have a problem.I said “Okay, when will we do that”He replied, “I already made the preparations for that”I said okay. I know that its going to happen today so I was already mentally prepared for that. He said we will go to his room.So we went to his room without anyone noticing. I said I will. I tried phoning, you can be on hold forever, and when you do get through you're talking to morons! I Emailed and wrote them, and got fucking nowhere, so finally I go there in person. I finish up with a "tax officer" who looks like he hasn't started shaving yet! Ahmed was polite and bloody useless so I yelled at him till he finally sent for his supervisor. Mr Cameron at last got to the root of my problem."I'm so sorry Ms Carson but it appears that the National Insurance number on your tax docket. His hands wrapped around my thighs, sliding up, caressing my stomach.I gasped and squirmed when his finger probed my bellybutton. Ticklish delight joined the burning pleasure churned by his tongue. My clit throbbed every time he brushed it. He licked hard, lapping through my folds, driving me wild with delight.“Oh, gods,” I panted. “Pater's cock, yes. Eat my pussy. Mmm, I love it.”“I love your moans.”I smiled and shuddered. Pleasure washed through my body. I gripped my breasts. I squeezed them..