Sometimes she would breathe on it, sending shivers up and down his spine, while at other times she would judge him to be overstimulated and she'd pull...back a little bit. She was sorely tempted to swallow his pulsing pole deep into her mouth, but she held back on that for now. She wanted to bring him along slowly, to better savor the entire experience, so this day was a day only for handjobs.She took complete control since he had little mastery over his own urges. She finally decided the time. Most of the time it would be with one of their close friends, but, only twice, had he called to let her know he would be away.Once when a client had been stranded at the bus depot, and had nobody, or nowhere, to turn to. He had taken her to a motel, and ended up staying the night with her. Another time an old friend from the Air Force, that he hadn't seen in many years, had contacted him and they had started drinking, and had passed out in the friends hotel room. He had been so sick the next. His finger was arousing her in a very different manner from what had happened earlier. Keeping her eyes closed helped, but she worried as his head moved lower, to kiss her stomach. When he reached the area she'd shaved, he showered it with kisses. He used his tongue to run the length of her gash circling her clit. It was a sensuous feeling, but she wasn't ready to be touched there. She wanted his tongue lower and opened her legs to make it easy for him. Sensitive to her, he moved his tongue. Bill had collected their bags from their rooms so they moved straight off to the helicopter and left for the airport.Bill left them at the check-in. "Safe journey home," he said, "and thanks for your help. We really needed it."He shook hands with Tom and then took Susie's in his. "I'm sorry that happened on my watch," he said.She smiled back at him. "No fault of yours. Thank you for looking after us so well." She stood up on tiptoe and gave him a peck on the lips. Bill blushed, smiled awkwardly.