"Oh God Dann," she moaned as my tongue burrowed under the skimpy little garment and into the fragrant moisture of her pussy. She was so wet and juicy ...hat I could actually taste her nectar flowing from her as I lapped at the delicate, pink flesh. I found the swollen little nub of her clitoris and flicked my tongue over it rapidly, she moaned and squirmed and gripped my hair, her back arched and she pushed herself into my face,"I'm coming, Danny." she gasped. "Oh my God, you're making me come,. It is now about ten a.m.Donald stand from the couch he is sitting on as she enters.Now the living room is rather large, there was the rather empty part near the front door, where Emma’s mark is to stand on. There are only a couple of straight back chairs and chests against the wall in the part. But further back there is a couch, at an angle making a corner triangle. It partly faces a fireplace on one side and a flat screen television on the other. From the couch you can watch either easily.. Geraldine and I were too nervous or perhaps too embarrassed to speak verymuch and meekly got on with the cleaning tasks. Most of these involvedbending forward or getting on hands and knees. The pinafore dresses werespecially designed to open at the back when doing this so that thewearer's knickers were prominently displayed. I had some of my favouritepink knickers on and I quickly discovered that Geraldine's were in adelicate shade of peach, with generous frills at the leg-holes. We wereboth. Well, he says, "I enjoy the company of a nice woman, especially tourists, I like to show them the sights" --Very interesting, I said, but I have a little problem. What's the problem? the bartender asked. The problem is that I'm not looking for nice, I'm veeeery bad. Anyway, I continue, What do you have in mind? I pushed on. "I could show you around town in my free time" Show me around town? I asked as I get up from my chair, leaned up and over the narrow counter and looked down on his pants..