I was right about the seamed stockings, matched perfectly with an 8-clip suspender belt, bra and panties. Both feminine and sexy, my pleasure was obv...ously written across my face and my groin as it hardened. I have long been admirer of your taste of underwear in all your blogs and to see your gorgeous body showcased in this way was fantastic. I got off my chair and knelt between your legs, pulling the panties to one side and looking into your eyes, slowly began kissing the tender flesh of. . different.First a female Fleet Auxiliary lieutenant arrived, and rather than occupying a table or one of the stools at the long Art Deco bar, she headed straight for Banquet Room One, which shared a wall with the main dining/dancing hall.Then a couple of female Navy corporals, Division Sergeant-Major Butch Blondell of the Marines, and a half-dozen giggling concubines in grey shifts joined the lieutenant the banquet room. All four representatives of the uniformed services were very much out of. Thanks. And the pan?’ Rob was a musician. He played bass in a covers band, but had plans to do all sorts of stunning things. Like all musicians. I’d heard him play though, and he wasn’t bad. Not bad at all. His life was more exciting than mine. I studied. Endlessly. I’d started off as a med student, and drifted into research. I was working part time in a lab, studying sleep, would you believe? We got people in, wired them up, and told them to relax. Bloody strange way to make a living, but it. I smile and obey you.“Now suck it you filthy little slut!” you tell me as you develop a nonchalant pose and begin your silent scrutiny.I start gently on the tip, your cock tries to move away from me but I want it and I’m keeping it.My lips have a firm hold now as I take more of you into my small warm mouth.My lips grip you tightly as I suck my way to the tip and then take all of you straight into my throat.“Good little girl” you praise as I push past the gagging, my eyes watering and my hands.