You know the deal. But two places have already accepted me.’ ‘That’s amazing, Em!’ ‘With conditions.’ Her lips twist wryly as she rolls he... eyes and says, ‘They want me to change them a little.’ ‘I see. Are you struggling with literary integrity?’ ‘Yes and no. They’re paying me, and you know I can always use more money, but I feel like if I change my work I’ll be changing myself to fit someone else’s mold.’ ‘Probably wouldn’t have to if you wrote that white man pain bullshit.’ ‘Right!’ she. I close my eyes and imagine you’ve appeared by magic and you’re urging me to go for my shower, so you can just watch. Hmmm…I’m getting so turned on with my thoughts - I have to do something about it. I walk upstairs and press the switch for my shower. My breasts feel so sensitive for some reason and I have a sexy, aching in my body, which needs to be sorted. My shower settings are perfect of course, no need to fiddle with the temperature, just turn the water on and the fine spray appears from. She felt a finger trace lightly over her sensitive asshole. Then the hands slid back down her legs. The man behind her stood up. “Now we’re going to have to check your bra,” whispered the first man in her ear. They stood her up and she felt their hands caress her back, her sides, her stomach, her breasts. Hands unbuttoning her blouse, her blouse pulled down off her shoulders, exposing her. Hands on her back, her bra, undone . . . Suddenly her breasts were exposed and being rubbed and. It so needed to cum, needed to be wanked hard and fast till I shot but I was intrigued as this woman as old as my mum stripped naked. I could smell the juices running from her pussy. The smell permeated the room filling it with sex.She straddled my face after dropping the head of the couch her bare pussy right about my mouth as she started to suck my cock, licking and sucking. Telling me I best get on with making her cum using my mouth or she would keep me on the boil till my ball bag burst..