.......This bare chested bisexual woman with the dyed red hair said to Deanna, suck him good and make me proud, you little white whore! Apparently a s...milar thing had happened to her, and was how she had interviewed for the job and had been hired as a reporter, and what helped make her part of the magazine's kinky staff! Then said honey, open your mouth wide, lean back and hold them hands behind your back! Followed by,... close those pretty little eyes of yours, knowing exactly for Deanna what. They both went under, fighting for air. Katherine made it up first pulling Steven up. He coughed, spitting up water. She was actually worried now about him possibly drowning. Or worse have a cardiac arrest. ‘Steven speak to me, please? Oh God, I’ve killed you!’ She screamed alarm in her voice. Steven’s color was coming back to human. He sat on the built in bench kept shaking his head. Breathing was labored. Involuntary shudders. Katherine burst out crying he was in bad shape. ‘I didn’t mean to. ”I’m just here to help you, “I answered. “No one will ever know.”I took the towel from her hands and dropped it to the floor, fully exposing her body. Predictably, she raised one arm to cover her breasts, the other shot downward to conceal her genitals. I lowered my head, kissed her again on her lips, then on her neck. My mouth traveled to her chest, gently kissed her right nipple, then took as much of her generous tit in my mouth as I could, and started sucking. She gasped. “Please. No. We. Then she began stroking me again, but just as she did I felt the tip of her gloved finger pressing the rim of my ass. She was less than gentle, pressing it firmly into my anal canal as far as it would go. Then I found out what she had in mind. “Massaging the prostate often hastens ejaculation, so I will do that in conjunction with masturbating you. If you can withhold your release a few times, you will have accomplished tremendous control.” That was easy for her to say, but her fingertip.