Establishing a slow, deep rhythm, she offered me her breast. Accepting the invitation, I surrounded her areola with my lips and massaged the captured ...ipple with my tongue. The sensation of her cunt caressing my cock, the heavenly heat surrounding my member, the warm comfort of her breast, her heels urging me deeper and deeper, her hands on my back, lightly scratching, drove me to increase the pace. Our bodies slapped together, my balls teasing her cunt lips as they met briefly, parted and met. She took her files with her into the next room.Commander Ratched sat in silence for a while, until they both could hear a muffled conversation in the next room, followed by a table, maybe, scr****g on the floor and something of a thud. The Commander smiled with her broad mouth, looking at her hands.'Oh, Benson does like his black little up-nosed bureaucrat'.They could hear that table moving again, with returning sc****s and some whimpering going on in there. The Commander now stood up, walking. The wind blew so that the walls of the cottage shook. The big family sat around the cheerful fire in the small house and busied themselves with this and that, trying not to listen to the thunder outside or notice the flashes of lightning and the rain that beat against the windowpane. Ruth told a story to distract her brothers and sisters. ‘And then the ice queen said…’ Suddenly, three sharp taps sounded on the window. The group fell silent. Surely something had been knocked against the. "Like what kind of bad thoughts?" she asked as she turned on the water in the sink next to her and got a washcloth wet and handed it to me. I wiped her clean and started to stand up. "Oh, before you answer, you need to check and make sure you got me really smooth, Ross. You know how?" I started to feel her pussy to see how smooth it was when she said, "Your tongue is much better and can tell if I'm really smooth," she said grinning down at me. How could I ever pass up such an invitation as.