'Do you remember how I was trying to find out what made you tick in the pub the other night?' I watched him nod, his eyes on mine. 'Well -' I reached down and held the shaft of his cock. 'I've found it. This is the secret, right, Jack?' I moved my hand from side to side, stirring him like a spoon in a pot of warm honey. 'This is what it's all about, isn't it!'

He groaned again, a sort of contented purring noise, and I stirred him a little more. My cunt made wet slurping noises and I felt a fresh ooze of juice over my fingers. 'It's...