”She did that and I could see her drunk now and also saw that the time was a little late. Therefore, I picked her up and helped her to come out and ...ook her to the cab. I took my phone out and called up one of my friends whose flat was on the way and asked him if he was home, to which he said, “Yes” and saw that as an opportunity and asked him to come down and also said, “I will explain rest of the things later”.As soon as we reached his place, he was waiting downstairs. I just quickly paid the. It made me breathe harder. I wanted to scream, I wanted to pound my fists on the desk, but I had to stifle the pain. There was one new side effect I had not expected – the pain in my nipples seems to travel a direct path to my cunt. My pussy seemed more alive than I had ever felt it before. Then my cunt sent signals directly to my brain – I wanted to be fucked. Badly. I felt wild. I felt like a whore. Thank God I was back in my office and not in Rick’s.I checked my monitor. Another email.. “Hi Candy. You have such a nice voice. I talked to a friend of mine who you went out on a date with. He had such a great time. He suggested I call and see if we can go on a date.” There was a short pause, had she recognize my voice? “You have such a nice voice also. That sounds fun. I’m free next Friday if you like to go out on a date.” She said. I paused. I had to think of a plan. “MMMmmm.. I’m kind of famous around town. I like this to be very discrete. I’m sure you can respect. I had measured before. It was seven inches of thick, hot, hard muscle straining toward her. I grabbed her hand and pushed it down. She gasped at first touch and then grabbed it and held it.My hands were on her breasts, feeling their marvelous soft denseness, our mouths exploring each other, my other hand moving down to her pussy, rubbing it. "Oh Jimmy," she said to me. "Hurry, please hurry. Right here." She sank down to the floor, the kitchen vinyl floor, and I sank down with her. Like.