I opened the door and he walked in, typical attire of jeans and tshirt. He usually follows me to the bedroom and meticulously takes off all his clothe... before I get to work, but not today. I closed the door, locked it, and immediately placed one hand on his belt while simultaneously sinking to my knees. With very little effort I unbuckled his belt and yanked down his jeans and boxers, his soft, low hanging prize looking me right in the face. I love it when he's not hard yet. My tongue darted. I can see a little leaking out the corner of her mouth. I finally send the last of my juices into her stomach and slowly pull out with a wet sloppy sound as her lips travel the length of my cock. She holds my balls in one hand and uses her tongue to lick up the mess around her lips and chin and to lick me clean. The she helps put my cock back into my pants, and I help her up. Without a word we leave the alley and go our own way. Part 2 The Ride Home The weather has gotten worst,. He turned at the foot of the stairs."Something's come up, dear," he said, "and I have to fly to New York for the weekend. I hope we don't have anything planned."She stared at him.Roger looked down at his watch. "Damn! I'm going to be late for the plane. I'd better grab a shower now. Sorry I can't talk longer, but you know how it is..."Nicole went up the stairs, listening as he turned on the shower. She went into the bedroom.She stood by the mirror, examining herself critically in the sheer blue. I can't imagine I ever will since I would have to lie. Hell,just sitting there as Eva Schumacher I'd be lying before I even said aword. After the service Helmut suggested he and I should go riding."It's mid-September now so we're not going to see many more days as warmand sunny as this," he pointed out.This was fine by me, so when we got back to the castle I changed into myriding outfit of black low-cut jacket, wide ankle-length skirt, knee-highleather boots, high-collared white blouse with.