What's the problem?" There are some ... unusual complications, sir," I said. He noticed the formal tone and address right away."You have a problem. Wh...t is it and how can I help?" I have over twenty girls here, ages ten to fourteen that we have rescued from a child sex ring. They're suffering from various disorders, everything ranging from PTSD to Stockholm syndrome. One or two may even be pregnant. I need to find some way to take care of them. I don't have the time or the resources, I can't. She pushed his head back down to her pussy saying "you aren't done yet". His tongue flicked her clit, then jammed inside her pussy, making a scoop shape as it came out, bring with it her juices. He savored the aroma and flavor, swallowing every last drop. The juices kept coming. "May I put a finger inside your pussy?" he timidly asked, hoping she would say yes. She looked down on him and nodded. That familiar look of pleasure was starting to cross her face. He knew that if he did her right, she. I was almost certain the two guys with us were attracted to them and maybe even were fooling around. John was from the Houston office and had been obviously flirting with me during the week. He knew I was married but I found out that a lot of cheating went on during these weeks away from home. It was now almost midnight so we filled pitchers with the remaining margaritas and carried them off. Sarah and I were in the same two-bedroom condo and had a great view over the lake and golf. We kiss for a couple minutes, till he feels my last pulse fade away. He then then tell me it's time for me to bend my ass over the desk. I do as I am told and bend over the desk, I like when he gets bossy. I lay my chest flat to the desk, arms above my head, and my legs spread apart. He comes behind me and smacks my ass several times. He spreads me open wider to view all of me. I feel his tongue and lips gently tasting my juices and kissing my swollen clit. He stands up and rubs his cock along.