I try vainly to slow my breathing as I lean closer to run my finger tips over your collar bone and down along the round firmness of your breasts, ever...so lightly brushing the tips of my fingers over the swelling nubs straining against the confines of your bra. I smile as you bite the edge of your lip between your teeth and close your eyes, a tiny moan escaping between your teeth as you lean into my caresses. Gently, I push you back into the pillows as I lie next to you. I softly stroke my hand. The elevator doors opened and Waylon walked into the underground complex and headed toward the command center. He had a lot on his personal schedule. He stopped and looked around the hallway."Penelope?" Yes, Waylon?" Muzak?" he asked. The faint strains of some pop hit barely recognizable from his youth drifted through the passageway."I thought it would add ambience. You do not like it?" Could you play something from..." From where?" I was going to say, 'back home, ' but never mind. It's fine. While I was doing this, my desire to be inside her grew. My dick was painfully hard, occasionally brushing against the rock. I moved up intending to get between her legs when she pulled on me coaxing me farther up."I want you in my mouth." She said softly.I knelt above her and she reached up to grasp me around my shaft and gently pulled me down and between her lips. With her free hand, she reached around to grasp my bottom inviting me to thrust. I began going in and out of her lips as she. She also didn't mind pulling up her top and pulling down her pants and thong so you could see her tits and shaved pussy, though it might not have been shaved for a couple of days. I always insisted on meeting the dealer and getting his, or occasionaly her number. Goria didn't mind provided you gave her a $20 to play with while you taliked to the dealer. It turned out that for a a quick blow, the dealer would throw in a couple of fat twenties or even a fifty. The dealers rarely came, but they.