"Oh yes daddy! eat my pussy! eat my sweet wet pussy! taste my hot juices just for you!" she groaned as I lapped at her little pussy lips.I pulled her ...own slightly with my hands, and buried my face more into her mound, and in that position I had my nose jammed against her clit, my tongue buried deep in her wet warm hole, and my chin was brushing against her little rose bud."Oh yes daddy! eat me! eat me! I love your tongue in my pussy!" she groaned getting louder and more excited.I eagerly. However, she had done far more in terms of advance preparation than anyone in the apartment knew. For example, she had checked the weather forecast, and she had prepared lengths of polyester rope for their use to tie her up. She was relieved that the apartment had a terrace. Since it was on the top floor of the building and since the Ritz Hotel was one of the tallest buildings in the downtown area, no one nearby could see what was going on, although, because of the hills around the city, there. "There will be another; if it isn't Susan, it will be someone else. If you want to have Charles' babies -- and I KNOW you do -- you will need to learn to get along with that person -- become a team with her -- cover each other's backs so that each of you can do your job -- which is keeping Charles happy. Fail in this and you won't BE Charles' concubine and you won't be having his children. You no longer have an exclusive relationship with Charles -- learn it, understand it, live it. If you. He was there before me, violating our space together, horning in on our one-on-one time, just like a stupid horny boy to do.“What’s… he…” I asked awkwardly. “Oh, right, I should have told you earlier,” Ms. Wagner said as if she was stupid to forget. “Johnny couldn’t make our usual lunch period meetup, so I just told him to come to this one instead. He wanted more feedback after the test.”“Oh. So he’s been doing these too, huh?” I asked, hoping my tone didn’t betray me.“Yeah, like you he’s.