He was looking so intently at my pussy, almost like he’d never really seen one before. This just made me even hotter. He paused for a second and loo...ed up at me. “By the way, you taste fucking amazing,” he said. “By the way, I could drink your cum by the gallons.” “Fuck, baby.” He buried his head once more and got to work. He took his two fingers and stretched my lips apart and massaged the inside of my cunt. Then, his fingers went deeper in. Holy shit, I think he was searching for my g-spot!. I wondered if I had gotten psychic powers. I looked around the room, trying to read people's thoughts. There was this girl I knew, Rachel; cute, a tease and a bit of a d**ggie. I had known her since middle school, when she had moved into my neighborhood. She had short cropped, dyed hair. When she had dressed up for Halloween... Lets just say wow.Right then, she was wearing high-heels, a red plaid miniskirt, and a coat over a white button up shirt. I didn't know how to read minds, so I just kind. I wanted to..." Yeah, I know that now... but they didn't!" Leon muttered. "Anyway, you really deserve the promotion, after the way you've been hustling around selling the products for them!" Well, maybe you're right, darling! Thanks!" She leaned over impulsively and kissed him.Everything was not automatically ironed out for them in their personal relationships. That was hammered out in long, intimate talks, the most they had communicated with each other in a long time. Leon cut back on his long. We chatted a bit, I was letting her do her promo job. Sandy is always a sweetheart. Finally I asked her about the man watching us, still nearby. ‘Assigned to you!’ she said. ‘His name is Jonathan.’ I thanked her for that, got a pat on the shoulder, and went back to losing money. Finally bored, I decided to go ask Sandy to find me a Massage Therapist for later. Off I headed to her office. Sandy grinned at me, asked me what style? I told her Swedish. She knew that my late Husband was a Masseur..