I love my work, but, as in every profession, there’s always a physical consequence. I smiled when I heard him enter the bathroom and felt his callou...ed hands sliding over my own. Working hands, we both have working hands. We’ve both earned every scar, every callous for the sake of our craft. My hands have long lost anything feminine about them, but I’m strangely content by that – these hands can craft dreams out of metal and stones. “Hi baby,” he whispered in my ear as he rubbed my shoulder.. And your face made up like a whore. Look at yourmouth. You twisted freak. There's cum on your lips. Lipstick and cumand spit. I guess you had a good time giving this man a BJ. Probably putyou into sissy heaven while you were doing it." Darling, I can explain." Fine. Explain." I just... This isn't..."Leon unhelpfully offered, "Come on, Danette. You said you were going tobe honest with her for a change. You promised." He turned his attentionto her and explained, "That's what he likes. Jessy had the idea that if we ate a lot my dad and I would have extra hard cocks. It sounded like voodoo to me but to please Jessy we went along. I was by the buffet helping myself to a second plate when I noticed a woman walk into the restaurant and look around. She was quite tall, and her raven black hair was tied in a ponytail high up. She wore a dark blue cocktail dress and six-inch heels. From the look of the swell of her boobs, God had been good to her and those long legs seemed to go on. She shrugged and braced herself on the bar counter, pushing her ass out toward him. Her legs were tightly closed. Peter dropped to his knees, peeled down Minxs black thong slightly. She watched, smiling gently. Her brain clouded by a mist of alcohol and desire, Lori watched Peter pull Minxs athletic ass cheeks apart, and begin to slide his wet tongue over her anus, over and over. Minx moaned in approval. Oh yeah, big guy, there you go … As Peter began also licking Minxs panties, Loris clit.