Bang. Bang! “AAAAHH!” she yowled, experiencing a mini orgasm. More to come still! “Oh fuckkk... fuuuck... ohgodfucksogood, so good, so good, oh ...eah baby boy cowboy fuck oh oh yeah fuckfuckAHH,” she started mumbling incoherently through her moans, briefly slowing down her rhythm. “Mmmhhh... mmm... mmhhhhh aaaah,” she grunted. Slowing down. Catching her breath. “Ohh boy please fuckmesogood big boy,” she continued like a chant, seeming to lose consciousness a bit, slowing down even more. Then. She brought up her other leg and began to massage my cheek with her foot. I raised her legs to her shoulders with my hands under her knees and began to tongue her balls and cock. She began pushing my head lower, raising her legs behind her shoulders. She reached with both hands and spread the cheeks of her ass, exposing her pink, puckered anus.I had to back off and take a couple breaths. The view was astonishing. Looking at this beautiful pink rectum, the swollen balls, the legs and her. I had to do something to keep her there. No one around. Husband in temple circuit, my partner at the factory site, me thousands of miles from home and have all the time in the world. I offered to show the office and this time no accidents but the deliberate action I put my hand on her waist and took her around ostensibly telling her what works she needs to do. She didn’t say anything and I showed her the office with my hand lightly touching her waist and shoulders while doing so. She thanked me. The first thing that caught Robert’s attention were her eyes. She had very expressive big, golden brown eyes that smouldered with an underlying passion. Robert had always had this impression that social workers were middle aged with thick glasses and frumpy clothing. She, however, didn’t looked anything like a social worker at all. She looked more like a catalogue model. ‘Mr. Duncan, I’m Dominique Whitley. This is my name card,’ Nicky flashed him a bright smile. She simultaneously handed him.