Wilson as Becky sucked on her finger, and his eyes were now open, just barely, and he just shook his head in weary disbelief."Good girl," Amber said, ...emoving her hand from Becky's mouth."Can we go," Becky whispered."Yeah, we're done here," Amber replied.Both girls got up, and Amber picked up her clipboard. Mr. Wilson remained speechless as he watched the two young women left his house."That wasn't so bad, was it?" Amber asked as they closed the door behind them."I guess not," Becky replied,. About to object, I realized from the tone of voice, that the matter was not up for discussion, and timidly replied, “Yes Mistress.” “I’ll do my part! You do yours!” she said flipping around so her recently used pussy was directly over my head, and my semi-soft penis was right under hers. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I separated her ass cheeks and tentatively extended my tongue to her glistening lips. “Don’t swallow it all!” she admonished before thoroughly bathing my testicles with her. “Well, Liz, you tell me what you want me to do.”She replies, “Let’s shower each other again, talk for a while, then grab something to eat before you have to go home. I know we can’t meet tomorrow morning and I have to make the drive back home.Both are hesitant to mention, “What next?” Scott goes ahead and says, “What do we do now? Is this a fantasy time come true for both of us, but only this time? Do we not contact each other? I don’t know what to do next.”Liz answers, “I have all the same. It was hard enough for her, for sure, butshe survived it by imagining his humiliation. Though really shetried not to think about what she was doing at all. It wasn'ther. She wasn't a prostitute and she didn't like performing'favors' for other men. Sure, one or two men, if she liked themenough. She thought back to when Jon had told her his fantasy abouta girl going down on him spontaneously, kneeling at his feet andtaking him into her mouth. She loved him then, and one day didexactly what he.