He pulled his tongue back out of her pussy and trailed the tip of it across her clitoris. Miss Tyne threw her feet up into the air. He put his hands on her thighs and held them apart, then he inched his tongue into her vulva and titillated her clitoris with hard quick touches.

Miss Tyne screamed, "have mercy, Catch! Please, have mercy!"

"To hell with mercy. I'm having you, Amanda." His words were muffled by her vaginal folds.

Then he raised his head and looked at her. His eyes were bright and glowing like pieces of mother of pearl. His face was flushed and drawn with passion, his lips parted, moist, and his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"We need each other, Amanda. You know that, don't you?"

"No!"

"Know in the biblical sense?"

With that he savagely thrust his forefinger into the soft moist membranes of her cunt. She started to writhe, but he pushed her back down on the desk and held her fast with his free hand while he massaged her swollen breasts. His fingertip found her clitoris. It had become as hard as a peanut.

"We can't, Catch."

He grinned cruelly. "Can, Catch! Catch as Catch can." His finger continued its probing. It was joined by another and yet another. "Mmmmm, nice and tight."

"But my reputation," she pleaded.

"Don't hand me that, Amanda. You are a woman of the world. I knew it as soon as I saw you. He withdrew his three fingers from her cunt and stuck them in his mouth.

"Finger-lickin' good!"

Miss Tyne was aghast-and delighted-by his crudity.

"I-do-want-you-Catch," she said hesitantly, and squeezed his thick shaft of flesh.

"I'll give it to you as soon as you suck me, Amanda."

He climbed on the desk and straddled her face and jammed his muscular buttocks down against her overripe breasts. She started to shake her head. He slapped her soundly on either cheek.