"Do I have to tell you what to do, you filthy beast? Or would you ratherI carry out my earlier threat?" Feeling shocked, repulsed, but more aroused t...an ever before in his life,Jason stuck his tongue out gingerly, touching the center of the rosy orifice.The taste and smell intrigued and spurred him, and suddenly he began to lickall around the anal opening before thrusting his tongue deep into the analcavern. Mrs. Norman's loud gasps of pleasure inflamed him beyond anything hehad ever felt, and. .. erm ... breasts are ... fantastic." My mood lightened. Daddy's hands were working miracles on my arm muscles and I didn't want him to stop. "So you're an expert?" I laughed. He moved round, stepped away, "I don't need to be an expert. Your ... erm ... breasts are big enough to be pleasing to any male eyes, but not too big." "My tits," I emphasised the word I knew I heard him say many times. "My tits are OK?" I cupped them, and held the pose more than one of my boyfriends had appreciated.. Wondering if John would be home tonight, I unbuttoned my cream shirt with little red flowers on it and pulled it from my deep maroon skirt. Unbuttoning my skirt I let it fall to the floor and kicked it aside. Pulling the shirt off and tossing it in the same pile I sat and unbuttoned my shoes and pulled my stockings off.Standing I began pulled the hairpins out and sighed in relief as the weight of my almost black hair bounced down around my shoulders to my waist in waves. Standing in my shimmy I. She’ll be a quivering mess and she won’t have a clue about what’s going to happen.”I laughed.“Until she hits the water, that is.”With that I took Kitchen Girl in my arms and kissed her, not hard, I wasn’t trying to push anything. When we broke the kiss I whispered in her ear. “I love you, Roberta.” I’d learned her real name some time earlier, and of course she knew mine from my first interview, but we’d never broken character. I felt her squeeze me in return but she didn’t say anything.In the.