Jon guided me down to the end of the counter. The clerk came over to where we were standing. Jon said, "You will have to earn it of course."Right ther... in front of everyone he lowered me to my knees. The clerk opened his pants and pulled out his cock and placed it at my lips.Before I had a chance to even see what I would be working with, the clerk grabbed my head and forced his cock into my mouth. I was quickly able to determine that it was just an average sized cock and I relaxed. Soon I was. You can practically see your bones any given place on your body, though you enjoy the outfit you chose that first night too much to just eschew clothes altogether. Your teeth are surprisingly clean, but gleam metallic, not passable for a moment as anything but the finely-sharpened knives they are instead of a human smile. Though you can smile, oddly, no one seems to find it comforting anymore.As you sink the aforementioned razor fangs into the severed arm you’re holding, the taste of not so. Her clit was bright pink and erect, a perfect little nub that beckoned to my lips.Eagerly, I kept her spread with my fingers as my lips latched onto her clit, sliding my tongue up to the underside of it and sucking gently. Kelly arched her back, her hips pushing harder against my face, and I answered by sliding the two fingers keeping her pussy lips open down to her entrance, drawing a teasing circle before pushing them in. She moaned louder at this, and I grinned as I pulled away with a small. ‘That’s good, that’ll do,’ said Passepartout to himself. He suddenly observed, hung over the clock, a card which, upon inspection, proved to be a programme of the daily routine of the house. It comprised all that was required of the servant, from eight in the morning, exactly at which hour Phileas Fogg rose, till half-past eleven, when he left the house for the Reform Club—all the details of service, the tea and toast at twenty-three minutes past eight, the shaving-water at thirty-seven.