Please!” she begged. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Let me cum. I’ll do anything for you afterwards. Just let me cum. Please!” She felt him shift o... the bed, moving closer to her head, and then his cock was laying lengthwise along her lips. “You have not done anything for me with your mouth yet, have you slut? I want to see what sort of a cocksucking whore you really are. ” Without answering, Nadine pursed her lips and kissed it, then, rocking her head from side to side, she ran her lips and the tip. A.m and well'll go into town ( London ) for some retail therapy , she said that would be lovely but not to spend all my money on her, i said she'd earn it , and again she said " yes sir " fuck the way she said it made me feel horny, so time was pressing on so Saturday morning could not come quick enough , i honked the car horn outside hers that morning and she almost seem to run to the car , she gave me a peck on the cheek and said where are we going " sir " wait and see young lady i said, it. It was a small recording studio. I looked around and saw various horn players laying down tracks. The song they were working on was 'Steppin Out'. As I sat there in awe, there was no wonder in my mind why Eric Clapton would choose this song as a staple in his performances throughout the sixties with both the Bluesbreakers and Cream. The notes sang in the air as the musicians played. I knew it was written by James Bracken himself, and he himself led me to this room. I was in awe. As I leaned. He was just about ok when the time had come. He knocked on the door and walked in when Jodie answered. They moved over to the conference table and he sat down in anticipation. John was disappointed to see that Jodie sat opposite him and that the pages of the report was spread over the table. So much for dirty fantasies he thought. Jodie started questioning him about the report and John answered. There was a particular case in the report where Jodie didn´t quite understand, she moved over next.