Chapter 16

As she opened her robe, she said, “Pull your pants down, Don.” Conservative Mrs. Blevins put on quite a show for me that night, and she saw how much I appreciated it.

We decided to go to see Owens one last time before I left on Friday, to make sure we hadn’t missed anything. He was his usual overly-cheery self when we got there, but came storming into the conference room just before lunch.

“What the hell are you people doing?” he bellowed. “You talked to my neighbor?”

Sarah calmly got up from her chair, walked over to him, and got in his face. “Not only did we talk to your neighbor, you miserable scum, we visited that illegal back-alley abortion clinic you help to finance, and met the parents of your little playmate. Well, let me tell you, sleazy Mr. Bill Owens, for your sake, you’d better hope you can still afford to make all those payments when your wife’s attorney is done with you. I don’t know how you see the money you’re spending, but those people see it as hush money.”

I stood up too, gathering my belongings, since it was time to leave. “I’m no lawyer, but I imagine you could have some liability for any injuries caused by the quacks in that clinic. You might want to think about what your criminal culpability is there. Oh, and I assume you know that the statute of limitations on what you did to that little girl is twelve years in this state, and they don’t start counting until the victim turns eighteen. By that time, the son you fathered would be sixteen years old – big enough to give you the ass-kicking you deserve.”

“Get out!” Owens yelled. “Get out now! I will not stand for this invasion of my privacy! You have no damn right to treat me this way!”

Sarah packed up her materials. “We have every damn right to treat you this way, Mr. Owens. Every damn right in the world. But don’t worry. We’re leaving. I’m feeling a little ill just being around you!”

In the car on the way back to my hotel, Sarah asked, “When do you have to catch your plane?”

“I should be at the airport by six.”

“Six, huh? You didn’t check out of your hotel, did you?”

“Not yet. I wanted to be able to go back and change into more casual clothes before I had to leave.”

“So you’ll be naked at some point?” she asked.

“Maybe.”

“I’m going to call Tim and tell him I’ll be getting home a little late.”

In my room, it was very much like out first time. We undressed each other again, taking our time, making it last. When we were finally nude, we got in bed. Sarah lay on top of me, kissing me as I fondled her wonderful ass.

“How many times can you cum before you have to leave for the airport?” she asked.

“Baby, I’m not a young man. I don’t know. Twice if I’m lucky,” I answered.

She rolled off me, turned around, and positioned her wet sex over my face. Just before she took me in her mouth, she said, “I hope you’re feeling lucky.”

This time, when she knew she was about to cum, she pulled out of my reach. “Not yet. You’re not gonna make me cum yet. When that happens, I forget about what I was trying to do for you.” She knelt at my side and kissed me, hard, and passionately. “Don’t move.” She kissed all over my face, rubbing her one nipple against mine while teasing the underside my shaft with just the pad of her index finger.

“What are you doing?” I gasped.

“I never saw a man cum before last night. Now I want to see it in person, so just lie there and enjoy.”

She kept stroking me with the single finger, occasionally leaning over and licking up the pre-cum I was leaking.

Without thinking, I reached for her hip, hoping she would move so I could reach her. Instead, she moved away.

“Nope,” she said. “Not this time. This time, you’re gonna cum for me.”

The build-up was maddeningly slow. This wasn’t a hand-job. It was a finger-job, and a single finger at that. Over and over she stroked, the tiniest bit of her skin against mine. When she concentrated her feather-light touch on the patch of nerves just below my piss-slit, I leaked pre-cum, a dribble of it lubricating her finger. She would only interrupt her slow stroking to lick me – a quick spreading of my fluid.

I was shuddering by now. Hands had played with me many times (hands other than my own), but I had never felt anything quite like this. Leave it to meticulous Sarah to do this to me this way. “I’m gonna cum soon, baby,” I said.

“From this?” she smirked, her baby blue eyes sparkling as her finger continued it’s slow, deliberate rhythm, “or this?” She bent down and took a quick lick along the underside of my shaft, from the base to the head, circling the crown once before pulling back and resuming her stroking.

“Everything. You,” I moaned.

“Is it going to be a lot?” she teased, still tickling that little triangle of ecstasy.