He pulled them up as I sat back down on the sofa, then he dropped to his knees and devoured me... licking and sucking every drop that he could out of ...e as well as what was on me.I felt my head fall back onto the headrest of the sofa, my eyes roll back in ecstasy and gushed -- forcing not only a fresh load of my nectar but our love cocktail that was still within me. He consumed every drop, gave me one final flick of his tongue and the raised up and kissed me -- allowing me to lick the remaining. Sharon needed a ride since it was too far for her to walk. I grabbed the keys to one of the loaners to take her home when she told me that it was too late for her to go into her house. Her drunken stepdad was home from work, by now and he would know that she was not there, and she said that he would abuse her for the rest of the night. She sounded terrified of him, but I didn't believe her and started off in the direction of her town, although I did not know where she lived. Sharon begged me. They'd scoped it out. They reckoned I'd be safe to do it solo. I wasn't so confident, but Harry insisted I'd be all right.I pulled on a pair of latex gloves and a ski mask. Once I got inside, it was pretty obvious that there was no one else around apart from the girl behind the desk, just as the briefing had said. She looked up as I walked towards her. She put her hands up to her face as she saw me, obviously startled. Dark hair, early twenties I guessed; efficient looking in a neat, white,. I couldn't sleep, and dreaming of what she would do to me just got me worked up. In the end, it was just too much, and I pulled up my nightie, spread my legs and rubbed off my frustration.The next morning, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, assuming Charlotte was still in her bedroom asleep. I decided to get up and make some coffee. I walked over to where my lacy white panties were strewn over a chair. I thought I'd better slip them on as my nightie was much too short and would show just a.