I have to admit it felt like heaven. I’ve never thoughtof asking for something like that but man, it felt good!“Let me explain a few thing... to you Betsy,” Elizabethsaid, sitting down beside me as Greg worked away. “Yourhusband just needs some training. You’ve let him runwild and act in a very unbecoming way for a properhusband. By nature, men should be the slaves, not women.You should have nipped this in the bud years ago, butit’s not too late. You see, I. While she was sucking on those generous plums she did something she had never done before… she lowered her mouth to that most dirty of places…his asshole. Encouraged by the low moan above her she started to tongue that sensitive spot… trying to force the tip into that tight sphincter. Her mind smiled at the thought that the arse she was rimming might like ‘cock in ass’ similar to the Dom on the TV mentioned.Alan had often fantasized about getting his ass rimmed but would never have thought that. He reached up, and took hold of her thong, and pulled it off her, the left leg, and then the right leg. He threw it across the room, smiling. He came back between her legs, which were spread apart, the arch of her shoes on his shoulders, the stilettos slightly digging in to the front of his shoulders. He kissed the top of her thighs, moving his right hand under her lower back while his left hand lightly toyed with her clit. Raising his chin, Carter set to work, the tip of hi tongue flitting and. Lots of giggling and smiling, showing lots of leg to my male interviewer. I got the job.Here I am for the last week dressed 3 nights a week as this female hostess seating patrons in the restaurant. Sarina makes sure I'm dressed in a very, very Christmas fashion.When I see all these different men and I have to show them to their seats, I have to go first and I know they look at my legs and I make sure I wiggle as much as possible. Why, Oh god, what if someone would think I wasn't a female, that.