So, what, pray tell, is your ... game? What’s your angle?” Crowley’s crisp English accent couldn’t hide his suspicion and fear of me.I was a l...ne wolf, so to speak. A rogue, a renegade. I was a free agent, operating with my crew according to my own damn rules, and with no chain of command to restrain. There was no handbook, no book of regulations, no disciplinary process to bring me to heel. The only ones guiding me were the Muses, and they answered to far greater Deities than any in this. He marveled at the sight of my tits and took each in his hands. I was enjoying this moment, but mostly I was growing impatient. We could make out any time, but tonight was about fulfilling my fantasy. I nibbled on his lip and dug my nails deeper into his skin. I wanted to leave my mark. I could see him getting angry, feel the heat rising in his cheeks. It was just what I wanted. More than anything I wanted him angry, and I wanted him to punish me. A low growl escaped from his throat. I grinned. Opening her smooth legs, I bury my face into her wet well-fucked pussy, tasting our combined fluids my tongue sliding easily around her hard clit. I open her labia and lap at her pink folds. Rita’s hands are in my hair pressing my tongue deeper inside her. Pulling back, I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue making small patterns around and over it as I slide two then three fingers inside her. I feel her body tense, knowing she is about to cum, I begin fucking her with my fingers in a small. "Tammy and I'll do the shopping while you're working out. I just need a few things for the spaghetti and then you and I can go shopping Saturday morning, okay?" Okay," I said, not wanting to have the same conversation about her contributing to our living expenses."Did Mrs. Weatherspoon come through for you?" she asked.I told her about the note I had received and the arrangements we had made to meet the six scholarship students for lunch the next day.Shirley laughed when I told her about.