Progress had dwindled to nearly walking speed. “It seems to be a breakdown in Newark Center, southwest control. A repeat of last Monday, I’m afrai....”“That’s fine, Sal; I’m only headed to work.”His sarcasm was not lost on Sally. “Should I divert to an alternate route? Maybe Coney Island via Rockaway Park?”Tim snorted. “Just get me to work in the shortest time possible, Sally. What time is it, anyway?” He eyed the clock as Sally concurred the readout.“08:31 and 3 seconds, precisely.”Tim chuckled.. I certainly have the work madam for the business is very busy and it would give me the chance to get back on the factory floor, say ten thirty on Wednesday", he concluded. She sat down with relief plainly visible and her comment to her husband was 'I have a job".She arrived on the dot, being forewarned of the conditions of the establishment she didn't wear state of the art clothing, but attractive attire that wouldn't be totally out of place in a factory environment. She was greeted by a very. I came out wearing it and they all gushed over how well I looked. It was so short. I had a G-string on and I swear that another inch shorter and my arse would be on show. All three women were running their hands over the material and were not shy in running their fingers up against me; my tits, my arse, they did it as if they were just feeling the quality but I knew better and I wasn’t comfortable with it. I said it didn’t suit me and changed. When I came out the changing rooms, all three of. Your tongue plunges in deep, entering the center of my pussy roughly… invading… exciting… collecting moisture… spreading… wriggling slowly up the slit… parting the lips… finally brushing over the hard nub of my clit, feeling the blood rushing into it… pulling away to look down and watch it swell… fully engorged in seconds… my hips thrusting forward out of pure need… seeking another lick of your tongue. You continue your oral exploration slowly… deliberately for many long breathless moments.