I felt her moistness cling to it, I pulled it out and sucked it. The taste moved across my body, tickling every nerve. The blood rushed to my cock so ...ast I went dizzy and shaky. I pushed my middle and forefinger in, using my thumb to tickle her clit. I was stroking myself quite hard now. She moaned quietly, as if it were a dream. I leant my face in to replace my fingers and rolled the tip of my tongue round and round her clit. Then I dived my face inside, munching away. I was having too much. Uh ... do those ... uh ... other things..."Dear oh dear. Keep on digging why don't you, George.Nicole didn't seem to be taking any offence. She laughed at his discomfort. That was good, he supposed."It's fine," Nicole said. "I get paid well and I enjoy the work."Understanding suddenly dawned on George. There could be another reason why Miss Kitson had sent him here."Um ... Miss Kitson, she didn't give you any money to..." To do what?" Nicole asked, affecting an air of deceitful innocence."Oh,. They look like a c-cup, at the very least," observed Steve. "That dress sure shows a lot of them, too. Is she some sort of slut?" Steve's efforts to bait me were pathetic. It was obvious he was trying to get my goat. I had played the game long enough to know how to win. Patience and brains always beat a big mouth and rash actions. "I really don't think I'll discuss my wife's breasts with you, Steve," I answered. "She certainly isn't a slut. She's a lady and will be treated as such at all. Bittu ran his hands over my clothes and then moved to caress my ass. His hands were gentle and it felt good, he pulled me closer and asked me to take my hoodie off. I took it off and he started kissing my stomach and chest. His friend all this while was sitting behind us watching us.Bittu made me sit on his lap and grabbed and slapped my ass over my sweat pants. I was slowly moving on his penis feeling his hardness rising. He took off his belt and asked me to get completely naked. I pulled my.