But as his hands climb higher to her mid thighs,"Ohh, Damm, I wish I would have gotten off in the bathroom earlier!" As she is starting to feel hersel... growing aroused again.As George reaches the top of her thighs and stops there, he could swear he was starting to smell her sex."Hell, I think this bitch is starting to get off on this!"Pushing his luck he moves his hands higher, the back of his knuckles grazing her pussy hairs, a little higher, he could now feel her cunt lips."Shit her cunt is. I’m in no hurry.” So, that was telling her I was expensive, knew my business and wasn’t desperate. Not, that is, desperate for work. “How long do you need to get to know someone enough to work with them?” Her fingertip traced a circle in the wet residue my glass had left on the table, perilously close to where my hand was resting.“OK, let’s stop fucking around. What’s the job and who is the client and why me?”“The job is for a very wealthy film director/producer; Frank Sutherland. He. Ask of me, as mayor, what is my opinion of M. Morrel, and I shall say that he is a man honorable to the last degree, and who has up to this time fulfilled every engagement with scrupulous punctuality. This is all I can say, sir; if you wish to learn more, address yourself to M. de Boville, the inspector of prisons, No. 15, Rue de Nouailles; he has, I believe, two hundred thousand francs in Morrel's hands, and if there be any grounds for apprehension, as this is a greater amount than mine, you. As you impaled your warm pussy onto it, I let out an uncontrollable moan. ‘Oh, yes my love!’ The muscles of your cunt gripped and released my shaft as it slowly disappeared and was gradually engulfed. After what seemed an eternal downward motion, your butt cheeks were finally resting on my lower belly and your love bud was firmly pressed against the sack that contained all my pent up love juices. You arched your back, leaned your head back and abruptly exhaled the breath you had been holding.