My juices drench your face. I’m imagining what it’s like for you to be lost in my chthonic depths. Sounds. Smells. Sensation. But it’s not good ...nough. I need to be filled. I reach for the plug, and ritualistically cover it with the moisturiser. ‘Now lick me there.’ My finger snakes down my spine, and taps at the entrance to my rear hole. You obey. Your tongue laps. I press my weight against you, by buttocks parted by your face. I continue to lubricate the plug. And then I stop. My other hand. Well, if the first thing I do is to stare at her boobs, I'm sure I failed that test. What is it about boobs? Her small ones are nice. Hell, all of them are nice."Do you want to get a cup of coffee? There's a shop across the street."Paul and Alice sat in a booth facing each other. "I thought I had failed your test." Why, because you looked at my boobs?" Yeah." Paul, most people never get past the scar." What?" Most of the time I get one of two responses. They notice the scar and look away or. I still want an I-O-U for the $200, though. I've already given you that money, and I won't take it back."She was still thinking it over, but her right hand was subconsciously playing with one of the bottom buttons on her jump suit. I could see her answer.Staring in my eyes, she got up from the love seat and stood up at the desk. She slowly dropped her left hand and picked up the money.She then turned and started towards the door.My heart dropped. She was going to take it as a gift. Time to try. Suddenly he pushed my head deep over his cock and held it making me gag as he filled my throat with his hot cum. He made me swallow every drop.Then he rolled me over on the couch and spread my legs far apart. "So you want to play with the men. I am going to fuck you hard for hours and teach you how to play with the big boys." He then lowered his mouth to her pussy and began to ravage her sweet cunt. He licked and tongued her clit and love hole till she was cumming faster than she could count..