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    While his fingers were exquisitely probing my mouth, his body was still grinding against my back and buttocks. With his undone shirt and his open pants, I could feel the cotton softness of his undershirt and the hammer hardness of his member pressing on my body.

    And then he removed his hands from my mouth and grabbed, lifted and then separated my buttocks, bringing his hand underneath me until the tips of his fingers were just barely reaching my clitoris. With slow, light, barely touching movements he flitted my clitoris with one hand and circled my labial lips with his other.

    I knew I would have to orgasm any second. There was no holding back. The time had finally arrived for launch off. Sensing the inevitability of it, he said, “Turn over, Angela. I want to see your face for a moment.”

    I turned around, grabbing his body and trying to bring it down on me. I wanted him inside of me.

    “No, my dear. You shall have to wait just another moment or so, I’m afraid,” he said firmly and he removed his hands. I could tell this was requiring intense concentration and restraint on his part, too. He was flushed and his body resembled a rearing horse.

    He took a few deep breaths and collected himself. “I am doing this, because I want this final crescendo to be just right. I want you to come down from that peak just one more time. Just a little. That way you will have just a little further to climb. It will last just a little bit longer and be just a little bit more delicious.”

    I wanted to kill him.

    “Now just listen. Sit up a little and take your hands and hold onto that strap above the window. I want you to see the view of this city while you come. Let’s make this as memorable as possible.” We were driving along the Upper Levels Highway, looking down on the city in its entirety.

    I obeyed. Of, course. I was his slave. I was looking out the window now with my breasts pressed against it. We were on the highway, cars were speeding past us; it was dark and raining. Even so, as we came closer to the Lion’s Gate Bridge we had to slow down, and cars were neck and neck with us. And there were the increasingly frequent traffic lights. Though the taxi was steamed up, I am sure my vivid silhouette was visible to anyone who had the luck to glance our way.

    “That’s right, baby. Now bend your knees, Angela, and open your legs as far as they will go.”

    I did so again. The taxi driver could see me fully exposed in his rearview mirror, I am sure. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore.

    “Now, I am just going to look at you for a moment or so because you are so ineffably beautiful. You are so queen-like. My God, I am completely drowned in you.”

    I hung onto the strap for dear life, imagining him behind me; knowing that I was a lush mountain of beauty: knowing that he meant what he said: knowing that there was not one person in this magnificent city having a better night than I was.

    After an intense moment of gazing, Michael lay down on the seat and slid his head forward so he was level with my pussy. He separated me with his hands and brought his tongue in contact with every part of me. While his mouth was circulating and flickering, his fingers were also inside of me probing the inner wet walls.

    And I start screaming. There was no stopping. I was coming again and again and again. It was phenomenal.

    And he didn’t stop. Even when I was completely shattered, hanging onto the passenger strap for dear life, thinking I might indeed die of a heart attack, he continued perambulating my pussy, giving me no mercy. And I just kept coming and coming and coming. By this time we were already driving through Stanley Park and cars were surrounding us on all sides. I loved the thought that people had watched me perform, not for them, just for Michael and myself. But they had seen my ecstasy. They had witnessed my beauty from afar.

    “There’s so little time, Angela, and I can’t wait any