When Mr. McMillan finished ravishing Laura, he saw that she hadejaculated on the side of his desk and forced her to her knees to lick itoff, along wit... the little bit that had run down onto the floor. Laurawas mortified and intimidated; her ass throbbed and she feared she mayhave been injured. She would have to seek help at one of the freeclinics on the ghetto side of town in order to avoid being recognized byanyone she knew. At least Mr. McMillan allowed her to use his privatewashroom to. For maybe a minute, he held himself deep, he recovered and released me.I lifted off, leaving the head in my mouth.Head still back, I gently licked the head, as if thanking him for the reward.Thats when I saw them.3 Mexican men, day workers, were leering in, faces against the window just over him.Guess we have an audience, I said looking at one while still tongue cleaning him.Yeah, he whispered still reclining, they been there awhile.Guess it was quite a show, he grinned down to me.You wanna. ~~~Only a few days later, Meg found herself arriving at the Bush Tavern in bustling Corn Street. Rather than Betty meeting her in person, she was very impressed that a smart carriage had been sent to collect her for the short trip to Betty’s lodgings. Sitting back in the plushly-upholstered seat, Meg felt glad to be here, especially as her trip had been met with well wishes. She had sent a note to her friends the Whitmores shortly before her departure and received a prompt reply, full of. ..”Erlanthor was unmoved. “I believe I will have a better view if you kneel, princess,” he said. She fell to her knees, legs parted, fingers working her fuckhole.He watched her masturbate, his smile cruel and mocking. After a while, he said, “I know you can’t help it princess, but your whorish display has made me erect. My cock requires servicing.”She mewled in distress. She was a virgin; she had never been penetrated in any hole before. But... she must be useful. Looking up at her sorcerer for.