Next, he turns around and I lick his ass crack, making sure to get every last drop of water. Meanwhile, he has brushed his hair and beard.“Kitten, ...ou may dress me now.” He tells me.I jump up from the floor and dash to the room as he follows me. His clothes are laid out (I always do it the night before after asking him what he wishes to wear) and I take my time dressing him. First his underwear and socks, then his white undershirt followed by his slacks and dress shirt. Then I put his shoes. But like any other drug addict, the more she gets, the more she wants, you could be in for a long night. After our newly created cum-guzzling prison whore has spent the night being properly trained in worshipping the male phallus, we’ll have her appear at her press conference, announcing that the test was a complete success. Why will she do it? Simple. We’ll merely threaten to cut off her supply of cum. Being a good little whore, she’ll willingly comply. We’ll have her mass produce her lipstick. Tammy could sense my feelings. She walked in front of me and held my chinand leaned forward and kissed my lips. She was so beautiful with her longflowing red hair and her green eyes as they starred into mine.She didn't speak. She just put her hands on my waist and pulled me towardher. We embraced as I put my chin on her shoulder. I kissed her hair nearher ear as she held the back of my head. I felt our breasts pushing intoeach other. She moved her arms straight out to take my hands into her own. “Ladies first” Mr. Symons said ever the gent. At first Fiona didn’t move and said no you come but Mr. Symons was adamant that ladies should go first, Fiona should really have not expected anything else from her polite boss in his sixties and she could hardly get into an argument with him over who had right of way on the stairs. She walked down the stairs as slow as possible keeping her shoulder and top half as stiff as possible. But still her big boobs moved around a lot more than she would.