“If you are around for a hour more then yes, I can’t drink while working” he said and dropped me a wink.I smiled and waved my cell at him. He wr...te down his cell number on a napkin and left.I began flirting with him by sending him a couple of sms. I was pleased to know that eh belonged to Konkan and could speak Marathi well.Fianlly he sent me a msg complementing on my figure saying he would like to have me if chance came. I smiled at him across the room and got up and walked, I glanced at my. How could he do this to me?Sheri took over. She took the kids, taking one look at my ravaged face, and got them something to eat and started them playing some kind of game. I went into the bedroom I always stayed in while I was there, sat on the bed and held myself and rocked. I couldn't even cry. It was like a wall had completely blocked everything inside, all this pain being strangled inside of me and I couldn't get rid of it. I wanted to scream, to cry and rail and shout. But it wouldn't. I sat on the couch, and Sarah licked, stroked and sucked on my swollen cock until it was standing fully erect. She took pictures of the swollen head and shaft from all angles. If I started to go limp, she would put down her camera and stroke me and suck on the head of my cock until I was hard and straight again. She may have taken 30 or 40 pictures, some in color, but most in black and white. Her art pictures as she referred to them. Having an attractive lady take pictures of your cock, I. "Want to take one together?" Lorrie asked."Wouldn't you rather have a drink first, after that long flight?" Actually, I would. Got any vodka around here?"Laura, who had been drinking far too much in the past week, had two unopened bottles. She made them each a vodka tonic, and when Lorrie followed her into the kitchen, she quickly led her back to the sofa, remembering what had happened in the kitchen last time, where Lorrie had come standing up with her back against the refrigerator."I'll bet.