Something a little more flattering than her regular office wear. But as she looked at her closet, she couldn't find anything that she thought would wo...k. Betty didn't often have an opportunity to get dolled up - most of her wardrobe consisted of clothes that played down her appearance. With Saturday only two days away, she decided she needed to go shopping after work tomorrow and find something attractive that would please Robert. That Friday, as she did her usual work, she kept glancing over. Licking from the base of her slit up to the tip of the emerging clitoral hood, she moaned slightly. My tongue began to explore between her lips, tasting the sweet juices found therein. She began to squirm at my touch as my tongue darted and lapped at her pussy. My hands were massaging her breasts, the fingers tickling the erect nipples. I closed my eyes wanting to focus on bringing her to orgasm. My mouth closed around her clit and I sucked it deep into my mouth. She let out a groan as she. There was a hundred dollar bill on my nightstand, next to the telephone, and I frowned at it. Perry had paid for fucking me, dropping the money on the kitchen floor while I licked my lips and tasted his sperm. It was just like it used to be, when I'd been a prostitute working the university campus after my classes, and even between classes sometimes. I'd made a lot of money doing it, paying for my tuition and books, my dorm room and food, and all the other expenses. It had still left me enough. I think Clair knew about it, but I don’t think she minded as long as she got to spend my money. ‘Well, there was this as I grew more disenchanted with my home life I went to my lawyers to talk about divorce proceedings. Fool, that I am, I told Clair about it afterward, and she made a tearful plea for me to give the marriage another chance. She said that we could start a family. At first I wasn’t receptive to the idea, because by this time I was really tired of her, but she cried and begged, and.