What really turned me on was how she would lick the taste of her pussy off her fingers. She'd often smile and tell me how much she loved the taste of...pussy (she admitted to me that she had licked another girl's pussy previously and really wanted to repeat the event). Kristen loved watching me cum. She would always get in there with her hands, taste the cum, rub it on her pussy, and so on. I remember her placing my cum on her tongue, leaning forward and asking me if I wanted a taste. I, of. How often would you ever find yourself in the middle of something like that?The realization was sinking in that someone had just tried to either kidnap me or rob us. With how they seemed to be organized, it wasn’t a simple robbery. It scared me that my friends may have gotten seriously hurt just because they were hanging around me.I looked around at the group. Fritz had been watching me to see how I’d react. Paul was calm, but Chuck was shaken. I could tell that both Paul and Fritz had both. It sent chills down her spine, feeling his touch against her skin. “Sharron.” He said nervously. She waited for the next words, but no words seemed to come. He paused, “Sharron. You deserve to be treated properly. To be treated like the beautiful woman you are.” He said as he turned her around to face him. She could see the look of lust in his eyes, but also that of passion and care. She saw his eyes move down to her lips, she didn’t know what to do or say. Part of her wanted to tell him to. She had done that apparently but I hadn't quite expected her to just show up in my office ... or to be as young and attractive as she was. She was tall, leggy and blonde in her mid to late twenties. She was a little too thin for my taste and her complexion was a bit too palid, even for Brit. There were dark circles under both eyes as if she had either not been sleeping well lately or had been a bit under the weather. Still, there was nothing at all wrong with her that a little proper.