After a little while I excused myself and went into the dressing room, I took off my evening dress and my thong and stood and looked at myself in the ...irror, it's now or never I thought and sprayed some fresh perfume on and slipped into a peach coloured silk wrap, lacy black holdups and some high heels. I quietly went into the living area, put a slow seductive cd on and walked out onto the patio and stood in front of James."Come and dance with me James." Holding my hand out to him, he looked. I can take a lot but him fucking my throat with his big dick was way past my limit. I thought I was going to pass out after about ten minutes but he finally withdrew his dick from my throat. Releasing my hands and picking me up and holding me. “See baby girl it wasn’t that bad. You will get used to it. I won’t fuck your throat all the time but you need to be ready and willing when I do.” I just looked at the floor as he held me. He took his finger and lifter my chin up so I would look at him. To any student that was not a honeylicker, it would have tasted foul. If she had wanted to, she could have had the herm orgasm in three minutes. But she was not in a hurry, and she believed in being kind to everything, including partly alive machines, so she continued lovingly sucking and caressing. The cock filled her mouth nicely, sliding smoothly in her specially designed mouth. She knew by now that her owner and his family were great lovers of oral sex, and that oral slavery would be one of. Pressing a finger against my lips, I gazed into space between us. "I wasn't thinking about Sunday afternoons, Dan, I was talking about single mums who've had their day ruined by malfunctioning appliances. And having time on their hands and an itch that desperately needed relieving," and the word "desperately" was spoken in my huskiest voice, "have spent the afternoon fantasising about screwing the repairman when he arrives." Dan laughed loudly. "What's more," I continued, "said repairman would.