I sucked so hard I thought it would come off, and all the time she was squealing that little squeak she had. Now she decided she had cum enough from h...r tits. She unzipped her short-shorts and let them drop to the floor. There were no panties to get in the way. Again she grabbed my head and forced me to start the eating process. I brought my hands up to her clitoral area, squeezed it and the clit popped out. It was ruby red and waiting to be licked and nibbled. I did so, and she came. She calmed down almost immediately.I said, "Do you think that you can look at his picture?" Yes, Mistress. I think that I can do that."When I took out his picture, she started to shake again, but got herself under control. "Yes, that's him. I'll never forget his face." His name in Barrington. Do you remember the man who tied us up several months ago?" Yes, Mistress." They look very much alike, don't they?" Yes, Mistress. At first I thought that it WAS him. But then I realized that it wasn't. I. But where?"Will I what?" he asked. Mentally slapping himself, as he realized how stupid that question was."Tutor me silly!" she said hitting him playfully on the arm.He was shocked, after all no one really ever talked to him, let alone Samantha Richards."Sure, that'd be okay." he said more confidently than he felt."Cool, give me your number and I'll call." she said cheerfully.Arrian was so stupefied, he couldn't think straight."I... don't know... the umm... number... do you know my sister,. I’m a cherub, to be precise. Sometimes I look this way, sometimes differently,” the clerk informed me, turning into translucent radiance, his wings spread, in front of us to prove his point.“Holy smokes!” Becca reacted with utter astonishment in her case.“None of those exist, strictly speaking, but it would be a good name for a cannabis firm, don’t you think? In case we angels ever wanted to do a side business. Mind you, it’s the demons out of work now who need jobs these days. What with Hell.