..you are a horny little slut, and I know what you need... if you're a good little cunt then you just might get what you need... later... ;)my mouth o...en... eyes closed... god your little throat feels good... ignoring your visible protests as I linger with my cock filling your throat, preventing you from breathing... starting to fuck it ever so slightly... knowing I'm going to tear you up, enjoying the tease...my cock lodging deep inside you... my nuts on your pretty face... your body. " No, no. You don't understand. I don't just want to TELL you I appreciate it. I want to SHOW you." I have been accused of being not very swift, but even I knew what she meant when Jessica rested her hand on my thigh and started moving it in the direction of my crotch. In a few seconds, she had unzipped my fly, and the questing hand was inside my pants and seeking the opening of my boxer shorts. From the look on Duane's face, I assumed her other hand was doing the same for him. "I mean, I have. “Perhaps something ... well, a bit more special.”“There’s the rope candy over here—the licorice or strawberry twists—we have a vanilla version as well. And the pull toffee of course.”The customer took a step away from the counter, almost visibly recoiling. “No, no. Not that, thanks.”“SM and bondage,” Jack muttered.“Well, perhaps the cream centered, then. We have both white and dark chocolate on hand. And I think the milk chocolate will be coming back in shortly.”“I thought you’d stopped that. I sit, bare-assed and a rock, 'Ouch that is fucking hot' I say and jump back up. They both laughed nervously and I hold out my hand to the guy with my knickers stuffed down his crotch, 'Can I have my knickers back, please?' He reaches inside his shorts and pulls them out, tosses them to me and they land at my feet. I stoop down, pick them up and press them to my nose. 'Mmmmmmm you smell nice,' I say, and we all burst into laughter.I put my shorts on the hot rock and sit down facing them both,.