After locking my office door, I called Trudy. Just from the plaintive tone of my hello, she knew why I’d called. Sometimes when I get jammed up at work, about the only thing I can think of is making love with her. I can’t get my mind off her warm, liquid lips.

Trudy knows that, and she knows that if she gets me off over the phone, I’ll do anything she wants when she gets home that night.

“Stuck again?” she asked. “Thinking about how you enjoy eating me?”

Trudy had me unzip my pants and cradle the phone with my shoulder against my left ear. I put my left hand behind the chair, as instructed, and stroked my quickly hardening penis with my right hand.

“If I were there,” she said, “your right hand would be behind the chair, too. Imagine... Leer Más