...ah.....what's the term?..." Sheseemed to be searching for just the right words. "Ah, you know...rimmed,"she blurted. She paused for a moment, qu...et and pensive. "Do you knowwhat that means?" "I don't think so," said Beth, quite honestly. "It's like when someone licks you back there....with their tongue."Her face was red as a beet now. "I see," said Beth, raising her eyebrows as her interest began tobecome more and more aroused. "And I like to do that to others, too." She. I was surprised by the question. "Why do you ask?" "I like hanging around with people in the nude," she said. "It's relaxing." "On our next trip up the coast," I said. "We'll go to one." "Cool," she said moving away from the window. "I'm going down to the bar for a drink," I said. I knew she'd be another 15 or 20 minutes. "What are you wearing tonight?" I asked as I opened the door. She smiled back at me and said, "Not much. You never know who I'll meet. I might need to get. He licked the crease of my thighs, my labia folds, and my clit until I screamed. His tongue moved back and forth and back and forth sending me well past three orgasms. Tony’s face was covered in my juices and his body was dripping with sweat. Tony grabbed the glass with the dildo, and repositioned himself onto his back and said, “Come here, baby.” Tony’s dick was long, thick, and fat. I wanted his fat dick inside my pussy, and I was sure that it was time for the dessert course. I straddled him. I know I could make a lot more money if I went job hunting.I need to explain a little about the business. As I mentioned they package things for any customer anywhere. They mostly dealt with major manufacturers who find it cheaper to outsource their packaging needs.My dad had told me that when Mary Abel's dad owned the business it was a sweatshop, with very low wages and no benefits. After Mary took over she tried to make it a better work environment.Later after I had seen the payroll, in fact.