There was also a puddle of cum on the bench in front of me, the result of my own ecstasy of the moment. I pulled up my shorts and tried to get as clea... as I could without water. Than Mike had me lick him of the remaining cum on his cock and balls and put it back in his pants. I sat back down on his lap as he kissed my neck. He told me I was the sweetest bitch he had come across in all his years in prison. I blushed like a school girl knowing that if this man had a chance to fuck me, I would let. His cock was the best thing I’d ever touched and my hands started fumbling at his waist as I tried to bring it out. He sighed and helped me and soon I was holding him. I felt him tighten and it surged in my hand. I put both hands on him and wanted to scream at the feeling of his warmth and my desire. I explored and teased and found his head. It was large and so soft under that stiffness. I pushed him away and wanted to return to him the way he did to me. I’d only tasted a few men and only. ."That," she replied, without looking up from her work, "is the last thing I'd want." And suddenly, the spell was broken. I began to apologise, stuttering something about how I was joking and I hope I didn't over step the mark, and it was completely unprofessional of me, etc etc, blather blather blather."No, dummy," she interrupted. "What I mean is it would be the other way." And once again she allowed herself a small, slightly suggestive little laugh. I must have looked confused because she. "Why not? Might be fun." We both chuckled.She swiftly returned to a businesslike mode. "Okay. Then I'm going to have to ask you to remove your slacks for me, please." Certainly." But as I did so, I realised that I had rather unwisely put on a clean pair of tight-fitting black jockey pants that morning.She took up a kneeling position on the floor in front of me, holding up the black surgical stocking, rolled in a tight ring."Okay, watch carefully. There are three phases that you'll need to get.