"The verse was only half as long, plowing headlong into the chorus, which Kazuri extended for effect."Free at last/My siren cry/Tethered no more/I'm n... longer bound..."Kazuri ended the song with an oh-so-girly, almost Gwen Stefani, croak on the last word. She hated Gwen Stefani with a passion, but it was just an effect, as were the layered guitars screaming a sustained Picardy third on the CD. Not looking at her audience, she bowed deeply, nearly falling over, then jumping up gleefully. Then. She was a gusher. Her pussy was dripping fluid as I licked and sucked her every which way, and as my fingers probed her and massaged her inside.“It’s not just my lips that are big,” she said. “See how many fingers you can get inside me. Stretch me out.”I raised my head up and moved to a seated position beside her. I continued to finger fuck her, first with one finger, then adding a second. Her pussy was so tight when we started, but it began to stretch, and soon I had my whole hand inside her,. Rubbing her sore feet, a young manwalked in and over to her. "Goofing off when you should be working?" hesaid as Paula crossed and re-crossed her legs as she put the six inch spikeheels back on. Hobbling over to him, she wrapped her arms around hisneck and kissed him."Hi honey." Paula said as he scooped her up and carried her up to thebedroom with her heels teetering at the edge of her toes. She was placedon her back on the bed and stripped of the maid outfit. Being a dream, hernylon hose. I punched the button and said, "Hello," and I immediately dropped my sandwich from shock. I was talking to Contessa. I was speechless. I did not know what to say to the "Fountain Lady". She was calling to tell me I had won the contest to make her squirt. The contest I had actually forgotten I entered. "Well Mason, aren't you going to say something? Anything?" Contessa asked. "Holy fuck," was all I could muster. "Yeah, that's what we will be doing," Contessa said with a laugh. "I never thought.