” Kirstin’s voice trailed off, her mind beginning to ponder just how she wanted to continue. If she wanted to continue. She saw him watching her s...and there naked and unashamed, and knew what he wanted. “Can I, um, let you know, like later this week?”“Sure, sure, no rush” Brian said, leaning back and munching on a piece of toast. “One last thing of course, your final task before you eat and we wrap things up. Finish what you started.”“What?” Kirstin said, pulling her eyes away from counting her. My tongue darted from my lips and made swirls around one of her areolas, and the nipple seemed to try to burst from itself it was so stiff.I alternated my actions with her breasts and increased and the tempo in relation to her moans. I then brought one hand to her groin and gently felt her. She was hot, and her knickers were exceptionally damp. I was performing brilliantly and I, in turn, felt brilliant. I yanked the cloth down her legs and raised my hand back to her, exploring her folds. In. It was a profitable day.Several years later, Nancy meet a man that reminded her of Dylan with all of the same equipment. He had some money. She had some money. They married and moved to CaliforniaNancy sold the Raunch House to Kara who was clever and an excellent business person. Through her contacts in the adult entertainment business, she hired younger more attractive girls and called them "hostesses." She expanded the services and built a highly successful BDSM chamber for couples who wished. But the wedding tomorrow would cement our relationship, making it legally and psychologically permanent. The feeling of desire for him, for the finality of this step, overwhelmed me and distracted me as I reviewed network layouts, approved specifications, and made recommendations on budgets. All through the day, I felt sexual. I felt aroused. I felt? wet, between my legs. I talked with one of my leads, listening and making a decision about something, but my eyes were glazed and I was not paying.