The fight that sparked it was stupid yes, but heated. Really heated. I barely remember what it was; something to do with a flirtatious colleague. H...w he found out I don't know but he was absolutely livid. I saw the raw, passionate and almost hateful savageness in his eyes as he came at me. It was as if he dematerialized and phased through the couch before he grabbed me around the chest and waist, keeping my arms restrained. He lifted me in the air and my legs started pumping and kicking. Though my dick was aching for release, I settled in to tease Angie to an orgasm, kissing my way slowly towards her hole. Then Angie erupted tersely in German and Dagmar trans- lated. “Angie says you should not be slow, but very fast with her,” Dagmar said. I readily pushed her thighs a little further apart and, planted my open mouth over the gaping wet lips of Angie’s pussy. The hair guarding her gash was much finer than Dagmar’s and my tongue parted it easily,. I look at my figure in the mirror as I slide on the dress for the night and slip into my new Gucci heels. Looking in the mirror at this girl who is ready for another night on the town, I whisper aloud, “Will he ever come along?” The thought stays with me as I close my front door, ready to meet up with the girls for the night. Walking to the bar, we hear men whistling and howling at us; we giggle as we walk past. At the bar we waste no time getting to the dance floor. “Looking sexy,” I hear. I later learned she had never seen an ejaculation in that way, her husband’s always being inside of her.I thanked her and fished a $100 bill from my wallet. Her eyes opened wide and she hugged me. When I asked if she would return tomorrow she enthusiastically agreed.We gave each other little smiles as I came and went the next day. I had dinner with Rachel, another consultant about my age who crossed paths with me from time to time. Even though she was married, she invited me to her room as she.