As I did this I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. This made me even more moist.While still moving my hand further up her leg, I pulled her shirt...up a little and kissed her toned stomach. She drew in her breathe and her tummy, enjoying every kiss I gave her, as I tried to move up further. I moved to take her shirt off her, she helped me and threw it across the room. I was really starting to get hot when I saw her amazing naked boobs, so soft and perky. I just had to taste them. I leaned. They offered to come by at nine and take no more than forty five minutes. I told them to come ahead then, in my best John Wayne impression. I don't think they got it.I started another pot of coffee, having put the rest of the first pot in an insulated carafe so it wouldn't develop that over-cooked taste I hated. I looked at the clock and saw I had the time, so I found a package of 'gourmet' refrigerated cookie dough I had in the fridge and started a batch of snickdoodle cookies baking in the. Her chief hope was that he might be in a licking mood and would give her feminine folds and her tight little rear door a treat with his devious tongue.Millicent even basted her crack with lots of oily lubricant just in case he wanted to start her off with some anal fun and games. He seemed a man of the world and she was ready to go around the world with him to show him she was ready to follow his instructions no matter where it led them. When she arrived at the penthouse, she was surprised to. Oh, and women will use your mouth as well. Now, start pedalling!” And he left the room leaving it to its labour. punana worked for what seemed like an eternity but was, in fact, four hours before a voice came over a speaker, “Rest.” its muscles were burning in agony and sweat poured from its pores but it dared not stop until told, fearing another jolt of electricity. The rest period was cruelly short, just 15 minutes, before the voice came over the speaker, “Start pedalling!” and punana forced.