We both knew what was next. I pulled her hips down toward my face, my tongue out in eager anticipation of tasting her after all these years. My tongue...slid along the ridge of her freshening slit, teasing her before I stabbed deep into her hole. Her scent invaded my nostrils as my taste buds exploded with her sweetness. I felt the pressure of her thighs on my ears as she ground her pussy against my face. Contentedly trapped, I went to work, fully intending to make her cum at long last.. She instructed me to impale myself on her cock so I pushed back slowly and with care not to injure my rectum. As soon as she was deep inside, me she began her own assault and she rocked back and forth with an ever-increasing rhythm as I rubbed myself to match her tempo.She stopped and pulled out with a plopping sound as I moaned in disappointment."Come on bitch boy on your back I want to watch your face as I fuck you." On my back with my legs in the air, my canal was open and easy to enter. She. She didn't look sexy or seductive, just attractive, warm and cheerful.She had wheeled in a tray with the devices on it, needed for my session. There was also a bottle of Jim Beam Black bourbon, an Irish Crystal glass and a plastic bowl with ice in it. I had included these on my service order. Lana asked if I wanted anything before mu session started. I said that would like a glass of bourbon on ice. She poured it for me and I sat in a comfortable chair and sipped it while Lana wheeled her. “You haven’t eaten off a food truck lately. Seven bucks might not cover it,” she said.“It’s all I got with me,” I answered.“Okay, there’s always ‘other means of persuasion.’ You don’t happen to have a hair ribbon so I can tie back this hair?” She looked at me skeptically, as she knew I didn’t have one. I reached into my other pocket and took out her polka dot thong.“There’s this.” I handed it over.“I can make that work.” Twisting it a couple of times she pulled her hair back and bound it with.