He flicked my clitoris with his tongue, and reached up with one hand to squeeze my tits, while using the other hand to stroke his fully erect hard-on....��Where did you learn to do that?” I asked in a dreamy whisper.He chuckled and said, “I’ve had a few dates, you know.”I murmured, “Well whoever taught you that deserves a medal.” Then I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride…eventually grabbing the back of his head, and pulling him harder against my pussy, so that his tongue was grinding against my. ”“Sure. I don’t care. Actually, your idea makes sense.” A rare acknowledgment from Bill. “It’s bad management to deny your employees dignity. It’s highly valued and costs you almost nothing.”“There are days I think you learned something valuable in getting that MBA.”“I learned lots in business school.”“Yeah, but much of it was nonsense.” Bill let her have the last word. They were, after all, in their bedroom. Bill was very interested in arguing, but less interested in arguing than he was. "Mmm, I like to let my victims melt with pleasure. Then I slurp them all up like delicious ice cream."George remembered why he should be afraid."Still frightened?" Nicole asked. "My my, you are a troublesome client."She slid an arm underneath his body, grabbed his arm and pulled, spinning George around until he lay on his back with Nicole on top of him. The waterbed sagged beneath him, comfortable but also a prison.He saw again her horns and those empty black eyes.Still frightened? You. I was wondering if the girls had plans. I turned from the coffee pot and almost dropped my coffee cup. Chrissie was standing in the middle of the room, her reddish- brown hair disheveled and she was yawning and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Barefoot, she wore only a thin nightgown. That was all. And even that wasn't tied shut. Chrissie's 5'2" frame was revealed fully. Her pert, pink-tipped breasts were beautiful, the downy triangle between her legs was delicious looking. Niece or not, she.