As I stare, I realize that her body is like an hour glass. She stands at about 5'4", maybe a little taller. The top holding her 34 B tits, down to her...flat stomach and slim waste. But her ass, there's none like it. Could probably fit a set of cups on it. As she gets closer, I lean back on the blanket that I brought and smile because it's a wonderful day. Even though this girl isn't mine, we enjoy our time together. A little about me, not much to say except that I stand around 6'0", a skinny but. She moved her hand faster and her grip was tighter now, still she didn't took her eyes off my cock for a second. I ran my hand through her hair and she looked up to me, an unspoken question in her eyes. And with a smile coming from my side, she opened her mouth and took me in.Of course she wasn't a pro, who could she? And of course she didn't exactly know where to put her tongue or how to squeeze my head with her lips. But that did not change the fact that her warmth and her eager motions felt. (No wonder my Dad compained about the taxes! They had to support the paper industry.) I then had my picture taken for an ID badge and was sent away for "lunch" until everything was done.I bought something, but it smelled, looked and tasted like at secondary school. Oh, well. I guessed all institutions were identical in some respects. I found my way back to personnel where I was told everything appeared to be in order and the my wages minus taxes would be deposited on the last of the month. If. Mandy is so wrong to include them in her play, but then again, she was wrong making me suck a dog’s cock. She is wrong by making me do all she has, but she has so much on me now, I must do as she orders. At least until I get caught and put away with all the other disturbed people in the world.“Whore, on your back. Quit making everyone wait for your stupid ass to respond. On your back, legs wide apart and get ready to drink from Tammy.” Mandy was telling me.Reluctantly I laid on my back, spread.