Slipping one hand around the front, I fingered her clitoris to help. She convulsed when she felt my fingers on her most sensitive spot.My balls were a...ready nasty with my cum from our previous fuck. It was a nasty good feeling. So hot and slippery. The only reason I had not already climaxed was the drip on my face from the showerhead. “Fuck, little brother,” she growled, “Fuck me with your big cock.”My free hand slid up her wet body, cupping her left breast. Her nipple bore into my palm. She. Cockrell.”The receptionist called right away.“He’s back, Mr. Cockrell ... Yes, sir.” She hung up the phone and spoke to Jake. “You can go back.”Jake and Jan went back to Cockrell’s office and took seats in front of his desk. Cockrell’s sense of shame hit Jake hard as he sat down. He steeled himself to the emotion.“How are you feeling, Mr. Cockrell?” Jake asked.“I feel bad, just like you said I would.”“I believe that you were going to show me financial statements, Mr. Cockrell,” Jake. Mother hissed with gratified release as my tongue probed the inside of her cunt. She ran her fingers through my hair as I tantalized her clit with tiny flicks of my tongue tip. Her cunt seized at my fingers as I drove two of them up Mother's pussy with a wet whooshing sound. "Justin that feels so good, Baby," she groaned.Without warning I shoved my thumb up her ass driving it towards my two fingers sloshing in her cunt. I pinched them together like I was holding a six-pack. I lightly bit. She also had taste."Hello, Tamsin speaking."So she had a name. She listened for some time to someone who did most of the talking; her replies being mainly yes and no. Then she said,"Artemisia antiqua, would you like me to spell it for you?….that’s right…..dot co, dot UK….yes, yes, ok thank you."Just then my own phone rang. Shit, it was my boss. I was late. I made a mental note of the web address and hurried out of the café into the bustle of London in the early afternoon. I paid no attention to.