I wasn't affected by her charm yet...not until I got into my business area, and saw the lady from the parking lot again, this time in the same buildin... as me...my fantasies began to errupt, along with it's accomplices, the band of small orgasms trying to let them selves out, urging me to masturbate...only this time it was different...the lady who greeted me at the door, was now sixtey nining the parking lot slut...my fantasy grew lucid and lusty...the two women, were aggresive with eachother,. It was, perhaps, just possible that she was deaf, but when he murmured, "No more," very quietly she stopped at once. She certainly could not be one of those who would ruin the 'kill' or she would not be on offer tonight.'No, ' he decided, 'The Emir isn't refusing politely; he is merely leaving it to my judgement. Maybe she's too simple minded to be taught much, but I doubt it; the stupid ones do not have clear eyes like that.'Motioning the girl to resume her tonguing of his now drooping tool,. He supported my head and slowly stroked my throat as he encouraged me to each new milestone. "That's it Amy," he said. "Good girl. Just open your throat and relax it as much as you can."I could tell he was already deeper into me than Eric could ever reach and as he passed the spot where my gag reflex was stimulated, I could feel a fullness at the nape of my neck. He reached down and guided my hand to my throat so I could feel his cock moving in and out through the outer wall. "Good girl," he. I did have a conundrum, though. Letting her see Billy once in a while, even restrained by the terms of our arrangement, had been an effective tool in managing this little sex kitten. Furthermore, having taken possession of that little slot for myself, I was even less willing eager to share it. I resolved to temporize over the weekend, sampling her sweet schoolgirl cunt as often as I could manage, and see if my jealousy might abate enough to relax my restriction – or better yet, find a way to.