" He crushed his mouth to mine and I couldn't help but feel the stir of passion. I wanted him. I always did. I tried to turn to face him, but he held ...e tight. Adjusting his hands he nudged at my legs a little bit and pushed aside my thong. I melted under his hand and wanted more. But just as I started to get close, the timer to the stove went off and master smiled, letting me go. I claimed out of the tub and using a towel quickly dried myself, removing the rest of my clothing. I walked back. He let out a slight moan of pleasure. I continue to I stroke for a few more seconds before sliding the head of his cock in my mouth while swerlling my tongue around the head of his cock then proceeded to slide some more of his cock into my mouth. i for about 5 inches in and couldn't take anymore. So I started to go to town of his cock, bobbing my head up and down. I could taste his pre cum every time it came out. After a few minutes I felt his hand on the back of my head. It was just there. They felt even greater than I imagined in my hands. I squeezed them a little firmly. But not too tight though. And she seemed to like it. I was still breathing pretty steadily. “On a scale from one to ten, how good do they feel?” Hope asked. “50 I think. Wow, does your mom have a rack this good?” I asked. “Maybe. Why, you wanna feel her's too?” Hope asked. “Not when I can feel yours Hope. Are you sure your last name isn't Dworaczyk?” I asked. “No, I'm not Hope Dworaczyk. But I could be the. You're a cocksucker. I knew it the minute you walked into the official's room." How?" I asked, the blanket statement so generic."It was in your eyes," he explained. "Plus, if you weren't a cocksucker deep down you would have freaked out, not stared at my cock like a wanton slut." I was shocked," I defended, which was true."And now? Why are you here now?" He asked, his cock still dangling flaccidly between his legs.All the defence in the world couldn't produce a logical answer to that question..