* * * * * * *It was a peaceful and uneventful, much shorter than expected, ride inthe special agency limo to the location Mrs. Duncan had requested fo...their meeting. All three of them seemed surprised that Al's interviewwould be held within the spacious grounds of an estate presided overby a huge, almost palatial, four-story manor.At least this place is near the center of the grounds. And it seemsto be as far away from the nearby populace as possible, thought Rita.And Alf, not unexpectedly,. After a few minutes of toying with her cunt, Connor pulled his fingers out from her dripping hole. He lifted her legs up to his shoulders and placed her calves on them as he lowered himself to his knees. His face was now level with her dripping pussy. Andee placed a hand on his head and guided him forward in a not-so-subtle hint that she wanted him to lick her there. Andee wiggled her hips as she felt Connor’s tongue flick across her clitoris, slither between her wet pussy lips and into her. I was in heaven, and I now wanted, no needed to taste her. Once again I had to get a taste of her nectar. I had been denied my fix for the past week and now I wanted it, desired it, needed it. Oh, yes, I was addicted to my Angie and it was an addiction that I would never get over. One that I loved, one that I lived for. I lowered my head and kissed her nether lips. Luxuriating in the perfume and spice of her arousal. Licking and sucking up the juices flowing freely from her. Running my tongue. His lips caressed the backs of her knees, his warm breath tickled the tops of her thighs and, eventually, his tongue reached the lips of her pussy. It was already moist with a warm feminine odour. With his hands still bound behind his back he settled down to the not inconsiderable task of satisfying her. His tongue teased, probed, lapped and penetrated her. Again her hand gripped his hair and forced his face into her pussy. She ground her clitoris against his nose then slowly worked his.