Perhaps another potential client?” he mused to himself. Having measured up in the rooms upstairs Terry came down and walked into the living room. Ch...issie came out of the kitchen to meet him. “Have you finished upstairs then?” she asked. “Oh yes Mrs. Bernham. Just the downstairs to do now and then I can work out the quote. Trust me. What I have in mind will be an offer you can’t refuse.” He began to measure the doors that led to the patio. They were quite tall and he couldn’t reach the top.. I had them take a few more pics. I did the same checked them out and sent them to hubby. Then moved over to the guy I had just been stroking. He held his cock up ready it was not as big as hubbys but more than acceptable I lowered my dripping pussy down and wiggles around till I got it in a good spot and gently rocked back and forth. To anyone else watching it probably looked like I was enjoying the music. I rocked back and forth on the cock for no more than a minute before I felt an orgasm. As I sat there in the cubicle I began to think about what just occurred. I kept replaying her walking towards me, her hair flowing, her smile penetrating me, and most of all her low cut top allowing a bit of cleavage to be seen; her breasts slightly bouncing as she walked towards me. It was this that I could only focus on in my mind. I remembered that I never answered Mike’s COWMA suggestion for Claire. I began to go through each scenario of the game in my mind. First off C: I pictured myself. ..”“It's fine...” He started to complain, his words replaced with a quiet hiss as she wrapped the wet cloth around him to gently clean the blood and her saliva away.“It's not fine!” She countered, wincing when she heard his hiss of pain, “I nearly bit your dick off!”“Oh you did not.” He laughed, the burning of the warm water from the wash cloth receding into the background, “It's just a little scrape, could've happened to anyone...”“So it's happened to you before?” She asked, almost.