Nothing else of interest was in my inbox (how did the word get out about my tiny tool? I sure enough got enough e-mail offers to remedy my [ahem] shor...comings!), so I turned the computer off, got undressed, and went to sleep.This pattern repeated for the next several days, typical of my week on/week off schedule. Come home, empty lunch pail, read e-mail, move e-mail from Annie to Annie Bullshit Folder, slumber. A couple of times, I played the DVD and masturbated to the hot coupling therein. I. "Thank you," her smiled widened."Where we going?" To Chef Bordeaux's." I hear you have to have a month's reservation in advance to get in there." I have my connections," she said softly as she pulled into the rush hour traffice. "So how was work today?" Okay, you?" I don't work, silly," she laughed lightly. "I'm a wealthy girl." I thought you were working for IBM as some kind of an advisor." No! I just told you that because I didn't want you to think I was an idle girl. I spend a lot of my time. When she got out it was apparent she had changed into a pair of tight jeans and a light clingy sweater, no bra and that accented her figure well. She hadn't had second thoughts, she came to play.I waited for her knock and I opened the door to her nervous smile and she came in as I showed her to the sofa with the convertible coffee table in front. As soon as she laid out papers I sat beside her and lifted the tabletop that cantilevered up and towards us to make a comfortable place to write or. Lockie's mind wandered back to his threesome with Carter and Monroe, the difference between fucking her pussy and pounding his asshole, he imagined it was Carter now bouncing on his cock and not Leon, his eyes began to roll in his head and his toes clenched together. He bent his knees a fraction so he could get more leverage in which to thrust. He removed both hands from her ankles and placed them on her skinny biceps, he was thrashing into her furiously now, he could feel the breath leave her.