Lowering my head over your dripping folds, I run the wet tip on my tongue the full length of your slit, between your inner and outer lips, carefully a...oiding your burning, swollen clit. Repeating the act constantly, separated by shallow dips into your soul. You’re so close, drenched in your sex-crazed stupor. I surrender to your need. It becomes my need. The flat of my tongue swipes your ass, licking a long slow trail over your core. Spreading your folds further, the tip of my tongue catches. The last coupleof hours of the working day are spent back in the glass display cabinet ? myass ravished solidly ever quarter hour and my pussy on the hour, every hour.After the five o?clock chimes have rung in my exhausted body, you let me outand allow me a minute or two to recover my breath. You undress while I do thisand then sit in your chair to wait for me. It is my job to masturbate lubricantonto your cock ? a task I secretly relish. I can usually tell the mood you?rein by what you have me. Oh my, a bit more. She stopped and tried to relax. Michael stretched up and started playing with her nipples. She had given him great pleasure sucking his nipples and he wanted to return the favour. Susan was still upright, working herself down onto this cock, inches at a time. The ridiculous thing was she could feel an orgasm coming just because of the effort getting him in. He didn’t have to move, she had only to rock back and forth and she was getting fucked and filled.Michael changed the. Margaret quickly introduced me to a regime of strict training. First I learned to dress how she liked her femme to dress, and oddly I found that I very much liked it too, and quite apart from pleasing her I began to dress like that all the time. I discovered that the couture dresses and tailored suits she favoured looked fabulous on my figure. I could certainly afford them, and my delight in wearing her choices, and wearing them well, made us both happy. Beneath the tailored cloth, black lace,.