I didn't find out till later just how right I was. I went downstairs to the kitchen, and pulled an ice cold beer out of the fridge. Good thing I had a...lot, for I needed something to calm me down. I wanted to fuck her so badly I could taste it as I sipped my cold brew. I wasn't halfway done with the can before I heard her screaming like she just saw a rat. Probably a field mouse had her standing on the toilet seat."Damn," I muttered as I put the beer down and ran up the stairs. I barged in. "Very well, Mrs. Mason, I'll need your home address, home telephone number and your expected date of arrival."When she received the information she jotted it down, thanked Mrs. Mason and hung up. She also wrote herself a note to meet Mrs. Mason at the airport in Salt Lake City the next day at noon, which was the earliest she could arrive. As always, when she took a reservation over the telephone, Eileen wondered about the caller. Doreen Mason had sounded young, perhaps thirty. Her voice had a. "Oh look how pathetic you are slut! A real man would never have let thishappen to him. If Jack was here I'd probably be in your place! Hedefinitely wouldn't have been over my knee whatever happened"The reference to the guy who fucked her the night before stung a little,but the fact she so happily talked about it as if my feelings on the matterwere nothing actually just made me excited."OMG! Is my little sissy getting hard? Little is the word alright, I canjust about feel something pressing. I sucked and nibbled and probed her sopping pussy with my tongue and fingers. Only stopping to bury my tongue deep inside her ass.Her body tossed and threw and writhed on her desk. Her hair flying wildly about the desk, flinging pens, pencils and papers everywhere. Her juices are so sweet and tasty I cannot get enough. I need her to explode on my tongue."Cum on me you little slut! Cum on my tongue!" I demanded.As if on cue her body raised up and bucked against her bindings and the desk..