I turned around so that my face was between her long legs. Her lips were dark, and waiting for my kisses was the pinkest pussy I had ever seen. With s...me women and girls, I have to move my tongue around and around to find their "sweet spot" but Janet had a "sweet spot" all over. She pushed her hips right off the Persian carpet into my face. Whoops! Now I was so wet, I felt like I might just float away. I had never tasted and inhaled the fragrance of a pussy like hers in my short life. I was. What would I have done with it in a strange town. Would you really prefer me to call you up on Saturday morning. Then say to you, I have a body in the middle of the Washington Marathon route. Could you send a clean up crew immediately, since someone is going to stumble over us any minute.Worse still would you want me to take an arrest and wind up in jail with cops and medical people probing me. Would you want to trip the doomsday switch in a DC police station with homeland security doing the. “The clever ones get that he’s a bit of a loser in the end (but often not till it’s too late). He can’t make a lasting relationship because he doesn’t really think anyone else exists.” “Talking about yourself?” she murmured, turning back to the wine cart. “What are you if not a lone wolf?” The buzzer went. Here he was. She put her glass down and went over to the mirror. Not bad, for 37. Her hair was still its natural full chestnut color, fine against her pale skin. The black skirt suit had cost. My hand as skillful as any artist ripped at her panties, as I pulled them away from her soft body her legs spread inviting me in. Her pussy already wet my fingers slipped in, not many had been where I was about to go. God it felt so good to take her. The thought of my Mistress and the whip came to my mind but it was far to late, the demon had come out to play.I could almost feel the whip on my back as I worked my cock into her body. The little sounds she made, the smell of her desires mixed.