He cleaned up after himself and decided to head home. After getting home Michael prepared himself a scotch on the rocks. He thought to himself about ...he odd day it had been. He sat in his favorite chair trying to clear his mind. But the image of the small soft pale breast with the two pink puncture wounds kept coming back to his mind. He flipped on his TV and watched one program after another. Three drinks later and nothing very interesting to watch on the tube and he headed to bed. No matter. Dawn let out a little moan as I could see Daves tongue going to work on her. Dawn kept coaching him along the way where to lick, suck and how fast she liked it. I could tell she was really enjoying it and could cum if he kept it up. I finally stopped being quiet and told Dave to suck her clit. I coached him how to alternate between licking it and sucking it. I joked with him about doing the alphabet on her clit and he tried it. Another couple minutes I could see Dawn tense up and hold her. It’s pretty much guaranteed. I was not disappointed that day. The pimp and the prostitute were having a regular little war of the words when I came along. Immediately, the prostitute turned on the whole helpless chick in distress act so many women are fond of using. I approached them both cautiously. The prostitute quickly played the part of the hapless young woman who’s getting hassled by some thug in the mean streets of the big city. Any other man might have bought it. I didn’t. I’m smarter. .Over and over... Your head arches back... I take the opportunity to move to kiss your neck... Your shoulders... To lightly suck on an earlobe....My kises move lower... First into the valley between your breasts... And then onto your breasts them selves... First around and then over your aching nipple... Licking slowly around... Then taking it into my mouth to suck gently while continuing to caress with my tongue... First one breast and then the other...Your hands claw softly at my back and you.