These conflicting emotions felt strange; it was as if two entities were living in my head.Jon's eyes cleared and he took a hesitant step towards me. "...ariel," he said, "what you did mean Michael is here? Is he outside right now? Tell me what's going on."Don't tell him anything, one part of my being screamed.You've already done enough damage. Tell the soulless one you have made a mistake.Jon reached out a tentative hand and placed it on my cheek. I realized how I must look. My face was rigid .... You fall to your knees, gripping my hips as you pull my pussy to your waiting tongue. Your mouth devours me, like dessert that we forgot to eat at dinner. My hands grip your hair as your tongue flicks across my mound, tasting and licking up all of my juices. My body trembles as my own desire builds. Suddenly you stand, taking my hand and guiding it in undoing your jeans. I slowly tease the zipper down. You growl as I am taking too long, finish unzipping yourself and lowering your jeans to your. His excuse for not meeting us tonight was that he did not want to be driving in traffic in the dark hours." That's Ok. And thanks for allowing me to interrupt your normal routine by dragging you out of your office and all the way out to the mid-west." It's my pleasure. I'm looking forward to meeting the source of the painting. It's the coincidence of the names that I find fascinating. I'll bet it rocked you when you first saw the painting." That's putting it mildly."The plane was on final. I wondered what Jack was doing and when I looked up, I saw him, pointing his camera at Ann’s wet pussy with my face still stuck to it.As any good actor would do, I took my hand away from Ann’s pussy, licked it clean and then moved my hand over her leg, down my body to where Don was fucking me from behind. Jack got the signal early enough and panned the camera to end on Don fucking me from behind.As Jack quickly swung the camera back to Ann’s face, Don withdrew from my seeping pussy and pulled.