Vodka was dripping all around my pussy now, that I could feel - thecold, wet vodka was dripping out of my wet soaked and frozen pussy.Monique massaged...my stomach a bit, below my belly button. I could tellshe was careful to not do little trick of rubbing from my belly-buttonto my pussy, the one that made me contract my vagina.My vagina squeezed and squished around as she massaged me, and it seemedto me like I was frozen in ice down there, even way up deep in me, evento my cervix.She took. Then as she wound up her window, my mobile phone rang."It's me," she giggled, "I've got something to tell you both. I couldn't say anything before because Michael and I have made a pact." I already know what it is, Mo," I laughed and for a moment there was silence."All right little miss know it all, what is it?" she said after a moment."You and Michael." Yes, what about us?" Well earlier on, my sweet little pussy licker," she giggled at that and waved at me through the rear window of their car,. 00 and my sister was at the university. She too would be home late. I was shirtless and I had a pair of shorts, I go to open and I am out of breath, it was my aunt at the door. She had, I will always remember a flower dress, very short so as to stand out her beautiful legs, she had no bra, it would have been noticed too much, she was wonderful, beautiful, she was my goddess, I my most hidden erotic dream.He entered, he said immediately: I am here for you. He said no more, and I was too shaken. "You should thank me. You know you wanted this."I inhaled deeply, the bus began to stop, brakes squeaking and forwardmotion slowing. "Thank you, Mistress." She stood up, and I steppedback slightly, as the bus slowed, I followed her towards the front.She stopped next to the blue haired punk, looked back over hershoulder at me, and said, "Thank her for the attention Slut." Thank you for the attention ma'am." To say I was embarrassed would bean understatement, but I tried to keep my volume up. She.