I continued on jerking myself for awhile while Miguel pulled himself out of me. He grabbed my still hard cock with his right hand, gave a few pulls, a...d I blew right in his face. I then sat up pulled him closer and began licking the cum from his face. I never cared that much for my own cum, but it tasted a whole lot sweeter licking it from his face. I paused for a minute then led my mouth towards his cock again because I knew there was still some cum on it. The taste of his cum was like candy. In fact, the whole evening had seemed enchanted and unreal, right from the minute Mr. Borman had recognized her and brought her here. Why, she was almost glad her pocketbook had been stolen, even if there was over sixty dollars in it, just to get a glimpse of the way Mr. Borman and his charming wife Nina lived. The meal they had eaten, prepared by the Borman's personal French chef, was probably worth sixty dollars all by itself, she figured. She had never tasted such delicious food, and every. ” “It’s getting so hard. I know you would love to suck it.” “I would sir, very much so.” I replied. My eyes were fixated on his hand moving up and down the shaft. I wished it were my tongue pleasing him. He continued to stroke as I begged to suck him. Our game was in full force- and he was winning like always. “Are you going to swallow my cum?” He asked as his breathing became heavier. “I will, gladly.” I replied hoping he wasn’t teasing me again. He moved closer to me and put the tip of his. They would think him an ambitious cop seeking to advance himself on our relationship. A confession from me would be a feather in any cop’s cap. Trying to wheedle a confession from me wouldn’t hurt him but being seen with me in a surreptitious meeting would have ruined him. This way things were so public no one would believe he had warned me.As I exited the Falcon Rest, I let out a sigh. I had only myself to blame that things had come to this sorry state. I had let my heart overrule my head. Now.