Not really knowing why this was happening now, Gill decided the luxury of some time to herself was just what she needed and gently squeezed her nipple... as her other fingers stroked her mound a little harder. This always made her feel good and as her fingers probed her pussy, Gill surrendered herself to the orgasm building up inside her. Sex with Martin hadn’t always been as good as she would have liked and taking herself away into a small fantasy world for her orgasms had often been something. I was close to an orgasm now; I knew soon that my panties would become flooded with my juices. I pulled his hand down to my pussy and the minute his hand touched me I came, flooding the thin material and his hand. I moaned with pleasure and when he heard my voice he stiffened. "Melissa?" Don't stop, you need release too." "We can't do this, it's wrong. You know where it will lead." Kyle, we can never fuck, but we can masturbate together, can't we? I know it's not quite right either, but it felt. She immediately withdrew my penis and continued to masturbate me. I sprayed the remaining load all over face and mouth. She licked my penis and cleaned me off all cum. I sat down beside her. Her job had tired me. It had taken twenty minutes. My dick was shrinking. She was swallowing my cum and licking off the cum on her face. She placed her head on my shoulder and held my hand. Her nipples brushed my elbows. As she leaned over, her soft breasts pressed against my bare arms. They were hot. I. Edward stretched his body, which was aching from the cramped conditions a floor below. The woman sat at the desk, and brought out some sheets of paper. She tapped them together on the desk, and produced a pen from a drawer. “What is your name, sir?” she asked, with a slight accent coming through. Where it was from, Edward wasn’t sure, but it gave her the voice of a wealthy woman. Whoever this lass is, she’s obviously important. She speaks English in the middle of Turkey!. Coughing, Edward.