I assumed a woman with her apparent professionalism didn’t get to where she was by being an asshole. Two, and more importantly, she was interested. ...��Business partner?” I took another sip and gestured toward the phone. “Long story.” “Maybe you can tell me about it sometime,” I said slightly shaking my jet black hair and staring hard into her eyes. She returned the look with a hint of admiration, and I could tell it was time for me to make my move. “For now, I think you should text your business. The desire to climax is becoming unbearable. You start to ride this cock feverishly. You are moaning aloud and biting your lip. You increase the pace and depth of penetration. You are fucking this “man” harder and deeper and faster. You place both of your hands on the top pillow and lean forward. Your pace increases. Your orgasm is building. You continue to fuck harder and deeper. You feel your muscles squeezing the plastic lover harder and tighter. You are unable to continue this. ”“Whoa! Did they catch him?”“Not according to the review in The McKinley Times. This is a fictionalized account of how he escaped the FBI manhunt.”“Could we pray before you go?”“Of course! I assume you’ll be here for prayers and breakfast before I go to work?”“Yes. 6:00am!”We completed our prayers, then Angie sat on the couch and waited while I changed for my date with Nancy. When I was dressed, we walked to the elevator.“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.“Homework. If you’re home early. Being on my back this time, it was a little different, but I knew I was hitting the right spots and changing speeds with my tongue flicking and licking her slightly erect clit. Laura was grinding her pussy in my face as I could hear her moaning and breathing heavily. Linda was an expert as well, she read my body language while trying different techniques and speeds while licking, flicking, and sucking on my clit. She found out quickly that I love having fingers fucking my pussy; she even.