I reached up and placed my right hand on her left breast. She let out a sigh and pressed her lips harder against mine. I caressed her breast gently th...ough her gown. It fit right into my hand. I reached around and grabbed her ass-cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. She pulled her gown up, revealing the bottom of her huge firm ass and then the breasts that I was lusting for. She stuck it in my face, I happily took one in my mouth and began sucking her and tweaking the nipple of the other with my. “Touch me, angel,” he groaned and guided my hand over the bulge straining his jeans. Even through the material, I could feel he was large. My slender fingers barely managed to cup him while I stroked him, my lips still bothering his nipples. Cheeks flaming, I struggled with the button, failing miserably until he chuckled and undid it for me. He was hot, velvet, and smooth; alive in my hands.And I rose from his lap onto my knees to catch the moan on his lips, cupping his balls in an unsure. ”“If the potential dates passed the wealth test, whether they were married or single was irrelevant. You would not only date them, you were also very willing to put out for them, from day one.”“And, finally, the investigators determined from their many interviews that you not only put out for your dates, you were a very, very bad girl, as well.”“All of the guys affirmed that, once they got you turned on there wasn’t anything that you wouldn’t do for them. Apparently you are in that category. His posture just oozed the way he would tell of the score withhis friends later, like a fisherman recounting the great white shark helanded with only a small rod and rowboat. His confidence was through theroof.I couldn't wait to destroy it.We walked for about 20 minutes before reaching my apartment. I let himhold my hand and guide me from way to close behind on our way up. Morethan once I felt the eager erection poking against my tight pants. Gross,but even more worth it in the end. He wasn't.