… With Ardor…

You had heard every word from Ahmed’s voice mail. To say your opinion of the man was low was to put it mildly.

Grabbing Liberteen’s face you lock lips with her again and now you do insist past her initial ****. She knew that doing this would change things forever for her. That Ahmed was just the tip of the proverbial iceberg.

“I may have just met you… Helen, but I am sure that you are a beautiful & wonderful woman any man should be proud to have you come home too. If you don’t mind learning as we go, I have little issue with calling you mine.”

You words seem to spark some fire behind Liberteen’s eyes. It was only after rerunning your words through your head you saw you may have chose them poorly.

“To a woman like Lady Owl, it would have been taken as intended. To Liberteen and her obvious very religious upbringing, it was the opposite. However, you could also see there failed to be a good way to correct the error. So you just went with it.

Ms. Troi just felt too divine wrapped around your cock. The taste of her juices on your lips sweet as she fed you her nectar by involuntarily arching her hips up into your mouth despite her momentary protests that it was dirty. If that was what she called dirty, then you didn’t mind being her plumber.

Her breast supple & firm despite her obvious gymnast body. Her body was built like the athlete that she was, and large breasts were not a part of that equation.

By the end of the day, you two were exhausted and you hadn’t even left the conference room. Evidently, Lady Owl was aware of both of your ardor for each other and kept people from barging into the room.