Pair of tits, and a wet cunt." --- he said in a degrading way --- "Is that right, child?"--- "Yes, Father." --- she said, more to herself then him.---..."And you knew full well, when you came to see Mr Harrison, that he will want to see that, didn't you?" --- he asked.--- "Yes, Father." --- she said, a tear going down her cheek.--- "You knew that he didn't really like your art," --- he said driving the last nails of humiliation in --- "he just wanted your cunt and tits."--- "Yes, Father." --- she. She led me down the path and through a stand of trees that went right up to the window. She put a finger to her lips and shushed me, then she led me silently to a large window that looked into the back loft of the house. When we got to the window she moved to hide behind one of the window frames. They were thick polished oak things you could hide a car behind! I stood behind her and she bent over to look into the window. I bent over her back and looked to see what was going on inside. John and. Oh sweet Jesus he was tasting good. As I was on my knees sucking his cock, my spit was dripping down to his balls and my couch was getting so wet with my spit. He was so hard and I forgot how much he loves my sloppy blow jobs. I slowly rubbed my hands up and down his shaft while my mouth was sucking on the head. After a couple of minutes of this, he came so much and with such force that his cum was dripping out of my mouth and it tasted so fucking good. When we were finished, we decided to. In a moment my cock was swimming in her juice pussy. In another moment Carla’s body shook with an orgasm. A full minute passed as her body continued to shake. Then she turned to face me, and we hugged and kissed again. “Mike, I owned two homes and almost half of this motel.” And its all because of the advice you gave me. Again babe, you did all the hard work, I said. We were washing each other as she continued to tell me the events of the past two years. We rinsed off, dry ourselves and she.