39, I was surprised at her reaction. She insisted that I had not charged her enough; she wrote me a check of $1000 and said that she wished that it co...ld be for more, but she was a little strapped for cash until she could get her husband's financial affairs under better control. In the meantime, she was going to spread the word among her friends that they should contact me first any time they needed my type of services. I thanked her profusely and bid her good day.I deposited the check in my. The girl of my dreams sat two in front of me, I’d sat behind her all year, looking at that fiery red-head and wishing my tongue could at least talk to her. Vague ideas of other things to do with my tongue from some of the erotic stories I’d read, but knowing how unlikely that was. I worked through the secondary tasks and then got on to the love letter. The words just flowed and flowed and when the teacher told us 5 minutes to go I was able to finish with a flourish and hand my papers in with. She lifted her arse from him and his cock sprung straight up, ready and waiting. She held it steady with one hand, and slowly sunk on to it, teasing herself. They both moaned, he as he slid slowly in to heaven, and she as his cock stretched her in to her dreams. She waited until he was fully nestled inside before she started to rotate her hips, grinding on top of him. His cock deep inside her rubbed her walls and instantly juices began to flow out over his shaft. She was moaning with every. Idly thinking about betrayal, I stared at the slowly turning white cylinder, flipping the lid of my Zippo with the 8th Army insignia on it. Open, closed, open, closed, like a mantra: "betrayal, betrayal!"A voice, low, sultry, breathed in my ear, "you gonna smoke that thing, or play with it all day."Snapping out of my reverie, I saw the bikini girl sitting on the next stool, cigarette poised in her slim hand, waiting for a light. With a sudden show of complete calm, I dropped my Zippo on the.