She fought for as long as she could. But when moans start flowing past her lips, she is forced to accept defeat. She still feels guilty for enjoying w...at should have been the single worst moment of her life, yet she loves every second of it. She welcomed my cock with a lustful moan. A groan of despair followed each one of my withdrawals. She is hooked and only one thing can put an end to her infatuation. Orgasm. The thought repulsed her, yet it is inevitable. She can already feel the orgasm. ’ Do you understand.” “Yes, Miss,” I replied. “Are you really not wearing any knickers?” “What impertinence!” she cried, “I said , ‘just in case she isn’t wearing any knickers.’ Of course, I’m wearing knickers now. At least I think I am.” She lifted up her dress just to check and I got an eyeful of pink floral cotton knickers pulled tight over her pubic mound. “There you go again! Now you’ll have to write it out two hundred times. Do you remember what I taught you in maths class about. Im real oral and I spent a lot of time eating her pussy and ass she had great ones. One night she was on her computer checking emails andshe would make me eat her pussy when she would do this she was always a lil bossy but cool. Now we never went out just this every 6 weeks. One night she was on her computer for awhile and yes i was eating her pussy. then she says to me im going to invite another guy over here are there pic what do you think im like wow this chick wants more dick so i was cool. I checked with the limo driver and his evidence was unshakable, he remembered her because he thought that she was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen in all his years driving celebrities around. I interviewed the staff at ‘La Bodega’ and they had the same vivid recollection of Loretta and James, that they were the most attractive couple and more importantly they were regular customers and the Maitre d’ was almost a personal friend and he didn’t notice anything unusual. I interviewed.