“Clean me, with your pretty face.”“Yes, Ma’am.” Stacey didn’t hesitate. She ran her tongue all the way from her clitoris to her anus and...back down, and back up. She didn’t mind the taste, she was enjoying it, she was again eager to serve. Her tongue felt better than soap to her master, that was all that mattered to Stacey at that moment. Vicky pulled her busy tongue into her ass by pulling on her wet hair, leaning against the wall and looking back, taking in the image of the pretty little. He brought me up to his room and we immediately were making out on his bed. I was sitting up on my knees as both of us were pulling my clothes off and I squirmed about in a sexual way, knowing what was about to happen. I couldn't help much with his because I was pretty smashed at that point. He was a tall muscular guy. He got on top of me and I felt his warm cock against my wet pussy and clit. He worked fast and I could tell he knew what he was doing and that was exciting. I couldn't wait to. He had had the power since he was a freshman in college, and was still enjoying it as a twenty-eight year old man. But he wanted to aim bigger than just random strangers, and Hollywood was full of celebrities, gorgeous actresses and artists that most people could only dream to approach. But not John. He knew the whole show-biz industry was about to be changed for good."Here's your coffee, Boss."John looked up from his computer at the young woman, a blonde with long hair and dressed in an. She licked her lips, cleaning up a little bit of my spunk that had escaped her mouth. Her blue eyes met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her ears. She shuddered.“I did good?” she asked.“You're the best sister-bitch in the world,” I panted.She squealed in delight and hugged me again. Her tongue licked up my cheek over and over. I shuddered, smiling. I was buzzing in delight. She was amazing. I would let her keep licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy things for her. She.