Although itwas never officially roped off, the patrons of the bar always respectedthe two beat up couches. Without anyone saying anything, they knew i...was a space for the staff and their friends in the various bands thatplayed there. There was just enough space for the two of them tosqueeze onto the sofa pushed against the brick wall. With his legsspread out, she was almost sitting on his knee."Haven't heard from you in a long time."She shook her head. "You know I don't really do the whole. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do next if a blowjob didn’t do it, but my son indicated his idea.With one of his hands bracing him in a sitting position, he took his left hand and rubbed down my back. Next thing I know the zipper on the side of my pencil skirt is unzipped and he is trying to slip his hand inside my pantyhose! I don’t even consider stopping him at first, my pussy is getting wet and it feels natural to have a hand on my ass while sucking dick. I didn’t stop him until I felt him. “Yeah? So what? Spell it out. I’m a friggin’ desk monkey, not an audiologist.” Dag’s smile lingered, a faint, surprised, self-amused smile. He tapped the disks gently as he spoke. “Didn’t it occur to you that different species hear differently?” Con blinked. Dag nodded. “I see that it didn’t.” Con groaned. “Oh, fuck, I am an idiot. Oh, what the – man, they hear like ten times better than humans, don’t they. I am so fucked.” “You’re still breathing. There’s a chance she somehow missed it.” Dag. At breakfast she told me that if I'm back before her, then she will be getting a delivery of her toys, which were specifically meant to be in our bedroom before she got back. I told her that I may be finishing later and that she should change the delivery time. She said 'nope, baby I want them today', whilst lifting her skirt and turning around. She had asked me to eat her ass and put in her princess plug. Throughout the course of the day, I kept on dewelling on what she was thinking about in.