M was still on her hands and knees, I took an ass cheek in each hand and started to plant kisses all over her ass. Gradually I worked my way closer an... closer to her the cleft between her cheeks. I started to lick her ass now, moving ever closer to the rosebud pink hole. I started to trace circles around it, spiralling closer and closer until I gave her asshole a broad stroke of my tongue from her perineum across her tight sphincter up to the top of her ass crack. M gasped as my tongue touched. .but, man oh man, there was something so exciting, so fulfilling aboutbeing dressed so formally, so tightly, so heavily, so devastatingly. Theglamour of it all had as much of an effect on Tyler as it did on thepeople who watched him walk by, or sat with him in the box at thesymphony, or stared at him during the dinner at the bistro... or fuckedhim from behind.Tyler's mind returned to the present: he needed to finish up in here andget back to Connie, who was still sitting there on the love. He couldn’t wait to tap that pretty femboi asshole tonight.Back at work, Danny was glowing. “Hot date tonight,” Sherry sneered walking into his office.“Huh,” he looked up from a productivity printout. “It’s not like I care anymore,” she rolled her eyes. “Can you call Hannah. She says she needs to talk to you.”“Oh crap! I forgot. I was doin’ a walkthrough when she texted.”“Whatever! I’m heading out soon.”“Bye,” he said to his ex-wife.Danny placed the call to their only c***d who was working as a. Armin de la Perriere had made many trips to the West and had viewed for himself the extensive, leeched, red soil stretching for kilometres under a baking hot sun. He didn't particularly envy these people and the task they had in front of them. Although they'd all done environmental training, few, he thought, had any idea what they were up against in their new land. Even with their enviro-habitats, neatly packed into containers on the Normandie's deck, de la Perriere had no doubt they were in.