His penile head started out tapered, like a spear, and mushroomed out to fit neatly the length of his gargantuan penile shaft. His finger nails dug de...p into my ears as he worked my head around his tube of smelly man meat, all the while grinding his tool down my throat like a cork screw. In panic I let go my grip on the chair arms and tried to free my ears and push back away from the invading snake. Omagelia, patiently, slid his huge tube of man meat back and forth in short quick strokes,. Her silky brown hair, with hints of grey, was coiled and pinned tightly, not reaching her shoulders; her eyes and smile energized the room with a warm glow. Dressed in a conservative professional business suit - dark mid thigh length skirt and jacket, along with a white silk blouse, sheer tights or stockings and kitten heels, she was a vision of sophisticated beauty straight from the city – I knew she worked at a lawyer’s office off Jewry Street. She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.As I. ” “Too bad, I had hopes you’d go for the special. What’s the name of little red riding hood?” The woman pressed a stamp to the back on Anne’s hand while staring at me intently. “That’s Bunnie,” Anne explained, “my roommate.” I fidgeted a bit, as the look the woman was sending me was quite intense, and I felt as if she was undressing me with her eyes – a look I had only experienced from boys before. But something stopped me from looking away. “You know the drill, Annie,” the woman said, “I’ll. This man was a musician and my pussy was his instrument. I pushed all ten fingers into his hair to keep him there. Soon he had me singing an aria.When my song ended he began pushing his tongue into me. I closed my eyes and relaxed with the vision of his stiff cock hanging like a spring between his legs. I wanted it in me as much as I ever wanted a cock. Instead he drove his relentless tongue deeply in a slow rhythm every other second or so and refocused my thoughts. It felt so unusually firm.