I’m in too deep.Her lips curl, two red wine cushions of perfection, “You’re so fucked, cuntmeat.”And she's right; I am fucked. Absolutely. Utt...rly. Fucked.A wicked grin teases behind piercing eyes, beautiful cinnamon-brown eyes that trapped me in their aromatic snare as soon as my toe slid into the pool that is curiosity and sunk me with the force that is addiction. I fight my bonds. My Miss answers the phone. My phone. Her demeanor spells sweet victory while I submit to bitter fate— resigned,. "No, it would be to wrong, I'm sorry." The same thinking face as earlier spread across her face and she said, "But maybe I don't need to have sex with you to satisfy your needs." Then she got onto the floor and knelt on her knees between my legs. Her hands gripped my cock and started to stroke it up and down. "Oh yes, that feels good," I said in delight. She brushed her hair behind her shoulders and leaned forward, engulfing the tip of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue made circular motions. ?bonjour, alors les filles, c'?tait bien laplage? nous demanda-t-elle ?je vous ai apport? une chemise noire cintr?equi sera plus adapt?s pour le service du soir?. Je lui fis remarquer quecette fa?on de s'adresser ? nous sous le mode f?minin pouvait ?treirritante et que porter une jupe ne faisait pas de nous des filles. Ellenous r?pondit que c'?tait pour casser gentiment notre armure masculineet pour nous permettre de mieux nous int?grer dans notre r?le d'homme auf?minin qui sera le notre. ”She smiled. “Great! Now that we have the house to ourselves, and you are rested, I get to thank my man for standing in harm’s way, so his children, and his woman, would be safe! Let’s start with a nice hot shower for my favorite, hardworking man!”It was a good thing that Ashley knew where she was going, because I had no thought for anything but her smile, promising good times aplenty. She kicked the bathroom door shut, and tugged my shirt over my head, then pulled my pants to my ankles. As she.