And then finally he slowly withdrew his hand and i collapsed my head onto the desk gasping for breath ... His voice sounded cold and uncaring as he ex...plained .. "well there doesnt seem to be any obvious abnormalities lolly .. but im going to run a pat test just to be certain " I was exhausted .. my legs were burning and my insides were a throbbing numbness as i sheepishly whimpered under my breath .. "Okay.. ya" .. i stood there bent over bracing myself as he fumbled behind me .. i didnt. But it was to no avail. I looked at myself in the mirror and started examining the cleavage. I played to myself the scene at the parlor and was once again hot. I examined my erect tits. I grabbed my boobs with both my hands and started massaging them. I shook them violently against each other. It just was not enough. I started to rub my boobs and cheeks against the mirror. I was completely wet and my pussy started aching. I grabbed the headboard of my bed and started to rub my pussy against the. “WE WANT WORK ... WE WANT WORK ... WE WANT WORK...”The chanting had been going on for what seemed like hours to the small contingent of police officers designated to marshal the peaceful protest as it wound its way around central London. Similar protests were taking place in a number of other towns and cities around the country, but most of the protesters had made their way to London to join the main march. Although they had hoped for more, the organisers had realised they were lucky to get the. He paused when her swollen clit sprung free, admiring his view before finishing the job. She was soaked, the edges of her labia were engorged, spreading like petals, framing her slit, slick with desire. Leaning close, he inhaled her musk, smiling at the slight tang of oranges that accompanied it. It was all he could do not to press his face into the hole and lap at her."Your cunt is beautiful." He breathed, blowing warm air against it. He loved her reaction as she pressed herself against the.