Page 18 of The Facilitator: Part 3
“That feels even better,” I said.
She rode me gently at first, until the desire to come started to build. We fucked each other until our orgasms flooded over us at the same time. I called out her name, she cried out mine. I fucked her until there was nothing left and I still fucked her. I only slowed when my cock started to soften.
Lauren lay on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her. She stayed that way until later that morning.
I was sitting at my desk on Friday when I received a call.
“Mr. Miller?” the caller asked.
“Yes, this is he,” I replied, wary of the female caller.
“Mr. Rules wanted me to call you. I’m his bookings clerk and we have a cancellation for Monday. He wanted to know if you’d like that spot.”
“Yes,” I said, eagerly and sitting upright. “Yes, please.”
“Good, he thought you might be keen to meet. Theappointment is for ten, shall I send an email confirmation with all the details?”
“Please, yes. And thank you for thinking of me,” I said, normally Sam Rules, being a leading world expert in his field, was booked up for months in advance. He had clinics in the US, Europe, and the UK and I’d told him I’d visit whichever one had the first appointment. After I put the phone down, I hoped it was London.
“Mary, I have an unexpected appointment at ten on Monday,” I shouted.
“You have an expected one as well,” she replied.
“With who?”
“Only that dick from the government. I’ll cancel him, move him to next week, shall I?”
“Please.” Although thatdickfrom the party who could do no right by Mary was important, it was a catch-up meeting with regard to contract renewals, it wasn’tasimportant as meeting Sam Rules.
“Where is this one?” she asked, licking the end of her pencil. She was the only person I knew who wrote with a pencil and insisted on a stack of erasers as part of the stationery order.
“It’s with a doctor in London to sort out my cock,” I shouted. She stared at me, openmouthed at first, and then rolled her eyes.
“I’ll just put personal, shall I?”
“Lovely, thanks, Mary,” I said, chuckling. If I wasn’t hiding from her, I was tormenting her.
I thought on the previous evening and Lauren’s request to be watched. She’d been so engrossed in what I’d been doing to her that I wasn’t sure she’d felt the full experience. I’d have to think up something a little more inventive. Maybe it would be good to watch herself. I started to smile and opened my laptop to Google.
I found what I was looking for, a small recording device I could link to our over-sized and totally unused television. I’d enjoy watching Lauren while I ate her pussy.
“What is that smile for?” Lauren asked later that day when I’d walked down to her office.
“Nothing,” I replied.
She frowned at me, pursing her lips. “Mmm, are you sure?”
I leaned over her desk and kissed her quickly. “Curiosity gets you spanked,” I whispered.
“Then I’ll ask some more,” she replied sweetly while batting her eyelashes.
“Sassy. Anyway, I’d like to do something different tonight.”
“Okay, that sounds exciting. What?”
“A car will pick you up at seven from home. Wear a smart dress.” I straightened up and checked my tie.
“Are you going to give me a clue?” she asked.
