“Why do you always use her formal name?”“Because that’s how she introduced herself, and she never told me to call her anything else.”“I go...by ‘Deborah’ professionally,” Deborah said. “It just sounds better than ‘Deb’ or ‘Debbie’.”“What about Krissy?” I asked.She smiled, “In athletics, that works better than Kristiana, which is my given name.”“Norwegian heritage?” I asked.“Blonde hair and blue eyes gave it away?”“Partly. Having lived in Sweden, it just felt Norwegian. And I also remember that. She could feel his warmth radiating through the material of her dress. Uttering a soft sigh, she pressed against him. When their lips met Kay felt as if she was melting. The young man’s tongue lashed hers, caressing her lips and probing her mouth, and her legs grew wobbly. ‘Let’s go to my room,’ Frankie said breathlessly after the kiss ended. ‘I…I don’t think I can wait until we get to your place.’ ‘I don’t think I can wait either, my darling,’ Kay murmured. Hand-in-hand, they walked down the. “Good evening, Princess, the name’s Lon. Nice to finally get to talk to you.”Was I impressed? Of course I was! He’d demonstrated wit, thrown off a pack of younger lions, and even knew his way around a fine drink. Did that mean I was going to let him off easy? Never; I may be a cock-pleaser but I’m a cock-teaser too.“Am I supposed to be all impressed, Mr. Lon? Justine Roschmann is no easy mark. I bet you planned this all from the beginning, paid off those young guys and the bartender before you. Adjusting my position slightly I flicked my tongue across her clit a few times, bringing louder moans from her cock filled mouth before pushing two fingers deep inside her and continued sucking her clit hard. Her hips were thrusting up as she kept his cock buried in her mouth, taking it all the way down to his balls. I soon got a third finger into her soaking cun as I licked her. When I looked up over her little blond bush, her husband was staring at me with my tongue and fingers deep in his.