The only good thing about all the work forced upon me, it kept my mind busy and not thinking of Karen. Things were so bad that I spent the weekend at ...ne of my client’s offices working. When the crisis was over my firm gave me two days off, the first day I just crashed. The second, well my mind brought me back to Karen and our last meeting. As much as I tried to tell myself she wasn’t worth the pain and effort my heart pleaded with my dark side to call her. I gave in to my desire and called. You smiled against my pussy, and retracted your tongue into your mouth, making me wait. I groaned as you laughed at my frustration, begging you to resume your aggressive ravishing. Slowly once again, you extended your tongue and went straight to my clit, flicking it. I twitched at the amazing sensation shooting through my body. Your hands reached up to grab my breasts and pinch my nipples, and I came closer and closer to the amazing release. You expertly licked my clit, alternating between up. "Much better," he smiled, and led her back behind the counter to the computer sitting in the middle of a spectacularly cluttered desk. He sat down at the keyboard, and Emily was amazed as his fingers literally danced over the keys -- this slow-moving, rather arthritic old man was the fastest typist Emily had ever seen! In a matter of seconds, he had the whole story up on the computer screen. "The only real comment I have is you put the most important part of the story at the end. You were. I think she could have slammed it in for several inches, but she was more considerate than that since I was a virgin to this. She pulled it out and then she started to fuck me for real. She fucked it in and she pulled it back only to push it firmly. She wasn't going fast but she was fucking me and going deeper with every stroke until she had about six of the eight inches in me. I don't know why but that was about all I could take right then. She must have looked so hot doing that, I wished I.