“I am right here on the pavement should you run into any trouble,” he said. I leaned over and kissed him before hurrying inside. It was not the MP’s house but his private place to meet me for our weekly appointment. Once again he was a creature of habit. He would be already nude and on the bed by the time I arrived. I quickly undressed in the anteroom and then went into the bedroom to find him reading the paper. He put it down when he saw me. “You are five minutes late.” “Sorry, I will make it up to you.” I headed to the bed. He nodded for me to start. I spread my legs and put my finger on my clit and went to work pleasuring myself. He touched his cock, sliding his hand up and down the faster I rubbed my little nub and groaned. “Come for me,” he said. I was not quite there, but I called out and pretended I had. I climbed onto the bed, crawling to him, leaning over and taking his now erect shaft into my mouth. He ran his hands through my hair as I licked its tip and then took it back inside.
