He felt his balls lurch one last time as Bernadette swallowed noisily, her mouth clamped around his prick. He felt like he couldn’t move. This was t...e third time she’d done this, and he’d been completely amazed that he could give her what he wanted even twice.She kissed her way up his belly, to his nipples, and then to his lips. She kept going, dropping one round breast, with its tiny brown nipple to the lips she had just kissed.“One more, and I’ll be happy,” she breathed as he suckled her. I looked her over again and noticed she had black heels on which made my smile grow knowing it would be harder for her to fight back not that I planned to let her. I watched her check her phone before she stepped out of the streetlight and walked unknowingly toward me. I watched her step past my hiding place and i gave a final search of my surroundings seeing no one in view I stood up and was behind her in a second one hand wrapped around her mouth so she couldn't scream while I pushed a needle. She thought for a moment that she had somehow been transported back in time to the turn of the century. She was jolted back into reality by the appearance of an elderly, white-haired lady, who entered through swinging doors separating the main room from another room Sherrie could not see. “Well, hello. What can I do for you?” the woman asked pleasantly, wiping her hands on a plaid apron. Sherrie hadn’t thought much about what she was going to say, and after a brief mental de-briefing, replied,. “Wow, Professor, that dress is beautiful.” Katrin admired her colleague and mentor’s outfit.“Thank you.” Amarika smiled. She was more than a little taken by it as well. She had actually found herself staring at it in the mirror for quite a while after she had put it on earlier in the morning.“I’ve never seen you in it before… May I?” Katrin held her hand slightly towards the dress, asking if she could feel the fabric.“Sure… Yeah, I’ve never worn it before. I got it during my recent trip to.