Client, not a bad description. She walked into the room. It wasn’t a room, but a suite. The guy who let her in wasn’t a guy. He was an old man. �...Oh fuck” she thought. He had to be seventy at least, maybe seventy five, or older. She wasn’t very good at guessing ages. She’d thought John old at one time.“Come in my dear, come in,” he said in a soft Sussex accent. She strode to the centre of the room, and looked about her. The “Gentlemen” was about five feet six, with white hair. He wore linen. I slapped my tongue up and down the slit of Miss Campbell’s vagina with enthusiasm but little skill, but she was turned on by my innocence – and even more by her success in corrupting and seducing me. ‘Push it in, you silly bitch’, she gasped, and I did my best to follow her instructions, shoving my tongue in where there was less resistance and then slurping it around. After a while, I felt a nub which I correctly deduced must be her clitoris, and focused my efforts on that. ‘Ah, yes! Better,’. We had been chatting on and off for a few months. Flirting outrageously as we had coffee in Starbucks while the kids were in school. I had been quite brazen, offering her endless orgasms if she ever was tempted. While she hadn't yet taken me home, she often dropped in for a coffee when I was there. We chatted for a while, flirting, shocking those around us with our quite open, frank discussion of fucking each other. Then she stood up and said, "Okay, let's do this. My house, now."When I arrived. “No,” Zuki whined, her voice trailing off into a whisper. “Don’t stop...”Apparently, a growl could be a positive reaction. Alright then. He returned his hands to the spot just above the perfect dimples near her rump, skirting the base of her tail as he dug deeper. Just like between her shoulders, the muscle here was practically petrified, it was as hard as rock and completely inflexible. There were knots, too, thick and hard. It must be so uncomfortable for her.Zuki arched her spine, her tail.