She also told me that with final exams just around the corner, she might have to cut back on work, which would really cramp her ability to save up her...money."Erin, how does his sound? Suppose I call the agency and tell them that I no longer need anyone, and you work for me, two nights a week? I can just pay YOU the $50 each night. What do you think?"She kissed me on the cheek and said it was sweet of me to offer, but that wouldn't be fair to the other girls. She was actually friends with a few. She stopped rubbing.This time, I was rubbing my penis on her heel.I was fucking Olga's foot literally and her heel was a little wet with my sperms.ffff...ahh..Olga...I'm coming..I stopped fucking her left heel.This time she started to caress my penis by her left foot heel with fast movements.Olga hadn't been affected. She was trying to make me come as quickly as possible.Is that how you like it?Yes..I was coming..she accelerated her foot movements on my penis.She was rubbing up and down very. Then a slow leering grin spread over Hank's ugly face."Thanks for inviting me in," he said sarcastically. "I was wondering what I was goin' to do with myself tonight." What's happened to Champ?" Patty asked, dreading the answer.Hank was about to say that her lousy mutt wouldn't be bothering anybody anymore, but then he changed his mind. The threat had worked before, so... "You want to see that son-of-a-bitch again, you cooperate just like you did before," he snarled. Oh God, Patty thought, was. Feeling his sometimes muscular, sometimes firm, sometimes flabby and soft cheeks as your face presses in between them. Your tongue, hungrily searching out his opening. And the flavor, oh the sweet, addictive, intoxicating flavor! How else can you explain your desire, your need, to press your tongue inside him and kiss and lick his hole. That sweet taste, the feeling of the soft ridges of skin that surround his hole on your tongue as they lead you inside him, like arrows on signs, showing you.