This went on what seemed like forever. She would stroke me to the point of explosion and then stop, she would bring her pussy just close enough to my ...ace so as where I could not reach it. She was turned on by this because I could see her juices almost dripping out of her. she would rub her pussy on my chest and nipples as she tortured me with pleasure. Then all at once she planted her sweet snatch on my mouth and ordered me to lick. "Yes, mistress" I mumbled.I licked her sweet honey pot with. Neither of us tried to change positions again. We were seemingly intoxicated by the actions of our mouths. Stroking and thrusting away, we kept on moving until I felt her stiffen - knowing what was about to happen. She still had me in her mouth, so when she orgasmed, there was only a muffled cry. Due to the intensity of her climax, she had stopped sucking me.I had never seen a woman flow so much at orgasm, to the point of leaving a wet spot normally from the man seed dripping from a pussy. Her. I doubt I submitted a resume or had a real interview with the owners, the two of them, Wally, Dave. I don’t remember any whatsoever. It seemed as though they were only half serious about business and I would find out much more, soon, regarding their philosophy of life.My new friend Dave told them I was a good guy and that was about it. Without any ceremony I met them and they acted like I had the job without much conversation. I was told what my duties would be and I was allowed to continue. He had a lean, muscular body lithe and supple beneath his shiny coat, yet it was more than that, she could sense. It was something too ephemeral to pinpoint exactly, but his eyes seemed to sparkle with uncommon intelligence, and he moved with a canine grace that you couldn't help admiring. There was something big and powerful and alluring about the dog -- as the student girl had so intimately proved! What an odd way to react to a mere dog! She'd never responded to Ralph that way, or to any.