She showered this foul smelling cock with drunken kisses, her plush lips tugging at the tough ring of his crown between sloppy lashes of her tongue ag...inst his slimy hole to lick up all his bitter sap.Again and again, she debased herself and suck eagerly at what she could fit in her mouth, yet to kiss it was not enough. She began to wash the throbbing length of his flesh with her tongue, reaching as far as she could all the while purring with an eager desire.While she was giving him oral, the. It wasn’t quick enough for her, and she roughly gripped my hair, pulling me onto her mound. “Fucking suck me, you sissy boi whore,” she hissed, “Suck my cunt like the sissy you know you want me to make you.” She was desperate, and I began sucking her clit in earnest, running my tongue over it and gripping it between my lips. She groaned, and the excitement overcame her. I felt her juices running down my face, over my makeup. My painted lips brought her to the edge and she fell, writing and. "Ok Phyllis, come round to the back door and I will let you in."I went round to the back door.My boss opened the door. "Look, Phyllis you look gorgeous but I can'thave you in the main office dressed like this as no-one will do anywork, just as I can't have you waiting outside. Take a vacuum andduster and go clean out the conference room." Thank you," I said kissing her on the cheek as it seemed to be thenatural thing for a French maid like me to do. What was I thinking? Aman dressed as a. "Yes. Something's wrong." What?"She looked at me for a moment in infinite confusion, and then said, "I can't tell you." Why not? Arie, if you're... I'm your friend, I'm not going to judge you. I'd... I'd like to help, if I can."Again there was that half-second pause, like relays clicking in her brain. Whatever it was, it had really given her a shaking.She smiled. It was a tired, sad smile, but still a smile nonetheless, and it made her beautiful. "No, Brandon... Thank you. I appreciate it. I'm.