I don't have the answers to those questions yet. Was it to get something from or on them? Possibly extortion of others? It was indeed possible. I was ...earing plenty of evidence that I used sexuality as a blunt instrument quite possibly even to the point of sleeping my way into jobs. I was telling girls who had not had a chance to even give their puberty a good run that they needed plenty of cleavage with large breasts survive. Possibly to conquer the mountain of sexuality.This was not the Lucy. That gave me leverage to handle the job at hand. I gripped him tighter and sped up my stroking to a furious pace. He gasped, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”Jizz squirted from his cock onto the desk. Squirt. Squirt. White creamy jizz. I continued to stroke his cock, squeezed the last drop of cum onto the desk. He took my hand away, “All done, thanks, I needed that!”“I enjoyed it too. You’ve got a luvly cock and a super sized pair of nuts.”He grabbed the box of Kleenex from the corner of his desk and handed. After eating, Nancy mentioned wanting to show me her place. She was sitting next to me as I drove, and before we got out of the parking lot of the restaurant, her hands had found my pants zipper, and she was busy working it down as I drove. I was beside myself with lust and my cock was rock hard the instant she touched me down there. Before she had touched my zipper as a matter of fact. By the time I turned down her street her hot wet lips had taken my cock between them and she was proving to. "Really?" In the past I've balked at taking him in my mouth. I nod, biting my lip. "What do you think. Is that a good idea?"He nods, enfatically. "Yes. God yes."I swing my leg off of him and drop to the floor. I stop to pick something out of my purse. Sebastian is about to ask what, but when my hand gently touches his shaft, his mind goes elsewhere. I grab my hand around it and begin to slowly pump his cock, all the while keeping my eyes locked on his face. My thumb rubs the underside of his.