Shit, if he was going to mop the floors around here, I’d have almost no chores at all! Ludovic’s lower lip trembled, and fresh tears came, but fi...ally he stripped off his night gown and panties and knelt on the floor in front of me and began playing with his ding-dong.I helped by dropping my leather jacket and unbuttoning that horrible white shirt they made us wear at St.Chorine’s, and showed him a nice glimpse of bright mauve bra?and my nice cleavage?and he jerked faster?But then, as. "Glad to ... any time," I told her meaning it.She smiled at that. "We open for business at seven," she told me, though I already knew that. "But I get there about twenty minutes before Jack does," she then said. "So I can begin setting up for the day.Jack was the owner, and probably the best short-order cook I'd ever seen behind the counter. I wondered briefly if he knew anything about Kathy's fetish. As though reading my mind, she spoke."Jack's happily married, and no ... he has no idea," she. He finished his work on her legs and moved back to the elasticated waistband of her panties, pulling them softly down her long, smooth legs. He looked up her body, between her breasts and into her deep green eyes, seeing the need for release in them and took this as his sign to bring her to, hopefully, one of the best orgasms of her life. He started softly sucking on the outer petals of her flower. He headed up, towards the top and started licking and nibbling on the small nub he found. He felt. So I did it for England and the Queen. Within a couple of minutes of going down on him the teeny weeny cock exploded in size and became quite monstrous. Whilst I was doing this I felt my Irish friend lubing my arsehole and I thought he was going for a spit roast; I had a very cute and receptive arsehole in those days.However I was wrong, the Scotsman stood up, went behind me and got me in position to receive his cock which was to say the least a bit on the large size. I was doggie fashion.