"Margaret reclined in the lush cushions of her large settee and eyed theset of clothes and boxes on either side of her. She crossed her legs,smoothed ...er skirt and nylons and allowed one of her heels to danglegently from her pedicured toes and feet. Jason's fuzziness wasgradually fading and he could now focus on the woman reclining on thesettee. As he surveyed the scene, he noted the gleaming high heels andsheer black stockings, her satin gloves lovingly caressing her satinfrock around her. But I haven't been in the Order for -- for four years, almost, now." Are you sensitive about... talking about it?" Sensitive? No. No, I don't think so. I work in a different hospital now. I don't think that most people there even know about it. Margaret knows me from way back. It's not something I talk about a lot. As you might imagine, it can make for some -- awkwardness -- in conversations." Yeah. I feel awkward, just asking you about it. Hey, you probably don't want to do the Life History. There's no time to go out and meet people, to just socialize for fun. But you've won now, the next tournament ... excuse me ... swim meet won't be until ... when?" A long time," I replied, having forgotten myself.By now, Karolina had on both bra and panties, and she was shrugging into her wrinkled little black dress. Her makeup was a mess, as was her hair, and with the cocktail outfit there would be no question what she'd been up to the previous night. But she looked like embarrassment was the. ."I wasn't one that needed to be told twice. I simply smiled seductively, pulled off my shirt, and unbuckled my belt. She then pounced on me like a jaguar, yanking off my pants, causing my 10" cock to spring free. "Oh my god, yes..." She muttered to herself, before taking one long stroke of the tongue up my shaft, and then starting to suck on it skillfully. It felt like pure heaven, as I rested my hands on her bobbing head. She tried to deepthroat me, taking just over half my length down her.