“I um… well I had hoped you would stay for a while. Slowly, but purposely, his hard cock zoned in on her waiting depths, unerringly aligned to penetrate her in a union of mutual gratification. Nothing was said, the balance of the situation too delicate for very much for words. Go out and find a girlfriend.” She left him at the table, his warm salad untouched and now cold. At last, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and more than ready to go home. He joined ‘Private Encounters’, an agency that boasted a central London address and promised endless clients. Now she had a young man willing to fuck anyone, almost, and most definitely was the star of her portfolio. For a moment, she was quite happy to let his milky white substance, pool in the little hollow where root met body, while she held his, still rigid cock, in her mouth, savouring the after taste of his spend. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding crop in front of her
