And Mrs. Stewart? What would you like me to do?" She had remembered to turn down the bed and ensured the bathroom was spotless.Pete looked at his watc... and found it was almost ten. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm going to bed. I have to work my fingers to the bone without any marketing or finance support." Marketing? The production turkeys can't produce a fraction of what marketing has already sold. Finance? All I do is invest the money and that takes ten minutes. Stewart, the. She smiled and grabbed my cock in her hand. She lowered her mouth around it and started sucking the head of my cock. I said, " Nancy, you don't have to do that."She pulled her lips off my cock and said, "I want to," as she lowered her glistening lips back down around the head of my cock. She was just sucking it like a lollipop, slow and easy. Pre-cum stringing down from her lips to my cock head. God, it was great. It wasn't a blow job, it was so much more erotic and sensual just watching her. I hear her moan again as I push my fingers into her pussy and move them in and out. "Do you like that, Baby? You like cumming for me don't you?" "Yes, Lover," she answers as I suck hard on the other nipple. "C'mon, Baby, tell me, do you like cumming on my hand? Or do you wanna cum on my face?" "Let me cum on your face, Lover, please." I drop to my knees and lift her skirt. I kiss her lips softly, then I run my tongue slowly around her pussy, savoring the taste although I know I'll see her again. “Aw please, don’t leave me like this.” he pleaded. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”“No.”But his sorrowful face stirred some sympathetic feelings within me, and I just couldn’t walk away leaving him frustrated. Reaching form my handbag on the floor, I retrieved a tube of hand cream and returned to the couch.“You’ll have to settle for a hand job.” I said while dribbling a line of white cream over the head.By this time, Brett would have gladly agreed to anything rather than missing out. Taking him in.