FORBIDDEN PLACE 6

‘You see how wonderful they are,’ Tony said unsteadily, hand working up and down the outside of his trousers, distended and dampened by his urgent cock-head. ‘It’s great to look at them with you here. You, of all people, who understand and appreciate them.’

Karen’s nipples and honey-pot were burning; the entire surface of her skin had become unbearably sensitive. She struggled for control. This was absurd and most unprofessional, throwing her into an ethical tizzy. She should be able to give a cool, unbiased assessment of the artistic merits of Dick Bedwell’s work.

‘I can see why they’re so valuable,’ was all she managed to gasp.

Tony pushed the drawings to the far side of the table. ‘Lie down, Karen,’ he said in a dark, persuasive tone.

There was no way she could deny him or herself as he pressed her back, the hard table edge cutting into her thighs. He possessed her lips hungrily, and she sighed with satisfaction at the feel of his tongue moving insidiously in the wetness of her