He was grinding his nose to my clitoris and working his thick tongue faster and deeper into my cunt. I found myself basically riding his tongue like i... was a cock.I could feel wet juices oozing from my cunt.My breathing was getting faster and my moaning louder.He grabbed my slim hips with his hands and shoved his tongue as deep as it would go. I found myself loudly moaning. I grabbed the sides of his bald head with my hands and began rocking my hips hard and fast into his face.Within a few. The friction of his dick reaming my asshole triggered another orgasm in my pussy's depths. Juice squirted out of me, dripping onto the stage as I moaned about Deacon Bill's dick. His pubic hair kissed my lips every time he buried into me.“Fucking whore,” he groaned. “Cock-sucking slut. Oh, yes, that's it. Damn, I wish my wife sucked cock like this.”I wanted to scream, “She does. I've seen her suck Daddy's cock like this.” But I couldn't. Deacon Bill's dick was buried in my throat. It throbbed.. Twice my normal charge. Greasy boy lapped it up. With a wink he fished the money out of his discarded trousers and tried to tuck it seductively into my only remaining item of clothing, my hitched up miniskirt. However he managed to drop three twenties onto the floor, and I had to stifle a laugh as he bent to retrieve them. He must have heard the slight giggle that escaped though, as he scowled, pulled on his clothes and left without another word. Thankfully, Pimples wasn’t a regular of mine. He. Done. I wuickly turned my head to see if she had noticed her entrapment, and she had not. Step two was to close the curtains, which might be more tricky without calling her attention.I debated wether to pull them closed quickly, and run to her, or to try and draw them quietly. I decided on the latter, not wanting a chase. I had been waiting patiently for what seemed like forever, my cock throbbing ever painfully, and I wanted to simply have her. The curtains on the left side of the door pulled.