We get in and let the water wash away our sex high. “Why don’t we go to my house and we’ll take it from there,” she says. “An excellent idea... I’d love to see it.” Drying off as before I spend a little more time on her intimate parts, then the last morning. “If you keep that up, I will throw you on the bed and we’ll have to start all over again,” she threatens. Considering this for a moment I think better of it. “You’re lucky I’m so damned hungry or you would have to make good on that threat.”. Taking her to The Biarritz―so she had wheedled out of him―a restaurant so exclusive he had booked a month in advance.The hour since arrival home from work had been spent in a flurry of preparation. Stripped of her office clothes she showered thoroughly, using probing, soapy fingers to wash out her pussy and the tight knot of her anus in preparation for her boyfriend’s attentions later on. She talced and perfumed the robust curves of her body, before squeezing her ass into a tiny pair of lace. "Why don't you see if anyone you know can help you out? Or you can look on the Internet. Either way, right now I want a good old-fashioned Becky blowjob. You know the ones. The kind of blowjob that makes it feel like the top of my head has blown off!" Yes, sir!" she said with a smile, and proceeded to do just that."I'll get it, you'll see!" she said before she went off to work.Work was uneventful, and when I got home Becky was sitting in the chair by the computer, playing with herself."Now that. It was bizarre and her eyes popped open. She leaned to her left and dragged her right foot out and around, until she could lean the other way onto her right knee.“Hurry!” he gasped.As she pulled her left foot around and back, the way she leaned made the tip of his penis push into that inner split again and she realized she could keep this orgasm going if she just wiggled back and forth. She closed her eyes and rocked from side to side, from one knee to the other.“Erica!”She wished he’d stop.