As a matter of fact I import Russian Ice Cream. It's in demand from the Russian ex-patriate community in the UK" She waves me through to an adjoining ...oom. Ylena's office is modern, comfortable and you could almost say, cosy. There is a professionally tidy desk to one side sporting a computer, printer and PDA cradle. It puts mine to shame for neatness. There's a rolodex with index cards and a three drawer filing cabinet."Have a seat, please."As we both sit down, I get the first sense that. We went down the trail a bit and he lowered his swimsuit. His cock was at full attention and he said a blowjob is not sex. Now I heard about blowjobs but never had given one. He said to get on my knees and gently, he emphasized gently, hold his balls and massage them. Here was an older guy, cute, well built, who could have any girl at school and he was interested in me! So I did what he said. He then told me to lick his shaft and kiss the head of his dick. So I did. He then said he would talk. Normally I'd love to suck a cock while being fucked, it helps muffle the sounds I make and I just love having my mouth full of cock as I cum. But there's only one cock here and my pussy is greedy for it.I arch my back as deep as possible & start pounding my cunt back onto his dick as he thrusts forward just as hard as he can, my pussy stretched to the limits & fighting to grip & hold his tool on every out stroke, his fat cock head popping against my super tight cunt muscle, driving me mad every. At least when I staggered to my bed last night I had the sense to stay there, rather than ... I don’t know, go for a midnight swim or something.”She doesn’t remember! So what am I supposed to do now? Pretend it never happened? I guess that’s my only choice, because it’s the only decent thing to do. Nothing good can come from me reminding her if she truly doesn’t remember what she did.“Don’t give it another thought. I mean it. Let’s just ... look, I’ve been enjoying each and every day with you.