M. Weiss moaned "Hmmmm yes son, oh yes..."I pulled these to the floor as well and rubbed my face against his cock and his balls. I then ran...my lips on the top on his dick and back down. I licked his cock and went nearly to the head, but stopped and started kissing that very sensitive area. I could taste his precum, and god it tasted good. M. Weiss kept moaning. I finally put his rock hard cock into my mouth "Oh god it feels good! Just suck that dick"It felt so nice. “What are you doing?” she demanded.“Anita. I have to have a good contact to ensure it doesn’t go everywhere. Now come on.”“Well, OK. If you say so. But if I hear one word of this in the office……”“Don’t worry. They think you shit on me anyway!”“I’ll do more than shit on you. You will NOT have something I’m sure you value and I’ll have them for ear-rings.”Once again she lowered herself to his face and felt him close his mouth onto her and, despite herself, it felt good.“Well?” he mumbled. It was bad luck. She had a nasty habit of getting songs stuck in her head and now her mind locked on the chorus to the song. It was like an immense roadblock dropped in the path of her hoped-for orgasm. I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so ...over and over and over. Goddamnit. "Ahhh..." he said with intensity. His eyes started flitting about, looking for somewhere to deposit his load. He looked hopefully at the tea towel, but Sharon had a better idea. She. I told him that we could give his ass a poke if he had condoms.Surprised to say the least, he jumped up and went to get a condom. When he returned he asked if I would be up to fucking him with him in a sling. Why not?I am game for most anything once. He led me to the basement where the sling was hanging from ceiling joists. He rolled on the condom , grabbed some lube and oiled up his fingers and and handed me the bottle. While he worked on his asshole,I slicked up my sheathed cock. Sometimes I.