I tried some of his techniques. I squeezed my throat muscles and moaned enjoying the sensation. I did this a few times, swooping and squeezing, and he...began to spasm. His cum shot down my throat and I swallowed it without tasting it but I could feel the head throb and pulse and that was enough. In fact, it was splendid. I was surprised that he had cum so quickly, I mean, I was just starting to enjoy myself. As he came down, I slowly slipped him from my mouth."I'm sorry, Ray, but it felt so. .” Then I remembered from my first meeting with Demie that asking real names would probably not be well received. “ ... should I call you? I’m Tom.” I handed her the glass.The woman took the glass, sniffed the contents, and then threw it back, gulping the whole thing in one go. That had been half a glass!As she wiped her mouth and held the glass out again, she said, “Call me ... Anya. I am pleased to make yer acquaintance, Tom.” That appraising look again.I filled her glass this time, and then. You bite me slightly, and I moan. I’m so wet, my juices are building up inside of me. I need you to touch me there. I need you. I pull your pants down. You still have your boxers on, stifling and enflaming my need to see you. I need to see your naked arousal- the arousal that I gave you. You push me down on the bed, and you do something you’ve never done to me before, right there on the bed I sleep on every night- my parent’s room right down the hall. The bed I masturbate in, thinking of you.. But he keeps chatting her up as she worries about Donald’s impending arrival. And then the President surprises her by asking her out to dinner. Emma stammers and makes excuses that she is not really available at this time. The bank president looks at her with curiosity as she presses him to the door telling him good-bye. Once he is gone, Emma hurries to finish getting ready for Donald’s arrival.oOoDonald’s day is spent much differently. After seeing Emma on her way, he goes to his study to.