I'm glistening with sweat in my uniform, but even with that wetness, I feel thick hot moisture hit my face, the back of my neck and high on my thighs.... I don't even have time to think about it.Now, even the dildo is pulled from my mouth, and I'm drooling on all fours, still driven forward by my Lady's pistoning rhythm.I hear her address me, in simple command, "Now slut, cum."I can finally release, finally give in to the hands that grip me, and I do. I feel my whole body jerk and spasm as the. She turned again, clipped back to the sofa and picked up the key. She slammed it down on the granite kitchen bench and stormed out. Amy was sitting alone in the cafe. She had been crazy to think that this incredible young guy would stay interested in an almost forty year old. He had loved her as his keyholder, but she had fucked up by wanting more. She had spent far too much time with him and blown her cruel mystique. The blonde bitch was younger and a tart and she couldn’t get the image out of. You started sweating, and it had nothing to do with the heat.Miss Kinzie got up, some disappointed groans coming from the guy who had been fucking her tits, and the girls who had been sucking them. Miss Kinzie started walking towards you, her wings rising up in the air, more threatening than ever before, as she stared into your soul with eyes blacker than the darkest night."What do we have here?" Miss Kinzie laid her hands on my table, and looked at me, smiling. "Hello, stud. What's your name?". She got off quite precariously and I had to reach out to steady her. I pulled the bike onto its stand and asked if she was OK, she nodded,“But you can help me up to my place? I’m not sure I would be able to make the stairs.”I went with her and true to her word, she could not navigate the stairs, I picked her up and carried her up the stairs while she giggled almost all of the way.“So this is how it feels to get swept off your feet,”I chuckled at her words,“For a pretty lady like you, I would do.