Flush.Put down. Wash. Dry. Mirror. Door.Fuck my life. Well, at least I wasn't yet having my period...I took a few minutes to organize my thoughts. Unl...ke most immature andreckless teenagers, I was disciplined in my thoughts, modest in mydesires, and sincere in my wishes. I didn't go off half-crazed lookingfor some flimsy mythical store in a mall. Nor did I search high and lowfor some cheap-looking necklace that could reverse this situation. No,I carefully considered my position and started. I let go of your cock with a pop before reaching for your ass to pull you closer. Once you’re close enough, I lean forward to place chaste kisses on the inside of your thighs, loving the way your dick seems to get harder with each touch of my pretty pink lips to your skin. Finally, my lips land where you want them to, on the very head of your cock. I suck your head between my lips and look up to meet your eyes. My gaze never straying from yours, I grip the base of you in my hand, stroking you a. “God, Scott…”“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” His voice was urgent and low. “Just like you did last night, when I told you not to. You think I’m gonna give it to you so easy?”His fingertip stroked my throbbing clit lazily.“No – fucking – way,” he breathed.I hadn’t even processed what he meant when his hand stopped moving. I pushed against it hard, desperate for that one more touch that would send me over the edge but he pulled back. I moved my own hand instinctively to finish what he’d started. "This man handles 40 or 50 divorces a month. Just the thought of his client list gets my silkies a little moist. He understands the legal definition of adultery far better than you do, I can assure you. And I can further assure you that he recognizes adultery when he sees it."At my attorney's mention of silkies the boy's blush deepened."Remind me to bring my client list to our next lunch meeting," I said wiggling my eyebrows and my attorney punched me on the arm playfully.I saw an opportunity.