Using my patent-pending technique, I latched onto her clit, and batted at it with my tongue. Sixteenth notes at 132 got her hips raised from the bed, ...witching uncontrollably. To add to her pleasure, I reached up, and began pinching and twisting her nipples. On her next orgasm, I felt my chin get wet, and, I knew she'd squirted. I moved my mouth, clamping down on her hole. I tongue-fucked her vigorously, making her cum a few more times. Pulling her legs back to get better access, I rammed my. "Okay, now the real work," he said with a grin, his eyes on hers."Yes, S." She just managed to make it one word, an elongated yes, and reckoned he wouldn't have noticed. She needed to get a grip on herself. Suddenly the multiple layers of knickers and tights and skirt were too much, making her hot down there. She didn't want to give herself an infection. But first, work. Adjusting her clothing must wait until a break.Nick pulled out a chair for her, a small wooden thing next to his big leather. She smiled up at his grimacing face as she stroked, "No need for a Kleenex Uncle Bob." She bent down and closed her lips around the big knob and continued to stroke until he blew his load in her mouth. She kept it in her mouth until it began to soften, and even then continued to suck and lick it clean. Her Uncle Bob's legs shook and trembled."Ah God Alison, not sure if I can wait, I have the urge to fuck you right now. That was beautiful, you surprised me."Alison was more certain of herself. I could tell she was getting more and more intolerant with me. My feet started to get sore and I started to complain and asked to stop.“You won’t stop until you get it right!” She was every annoyed. “My feet are killing me Mistress!” I pleaded.“You want to stop! ”Then fine you will stop!” She yelled!I instantly regretted asking. Saying, “I can keep going…”“Lean over the back of the chair.” She pushed it into my stomach. “Grab the front edge of the seat.”She walked behind me and flipped up my.