On with her clothes and last but not least her highest heels. Those teenage boys she works with are going to have a bit of a show today, she feels kin... of bad – but not enough to stop her. She’s distracted all day…What does he look like? Will they get along? Is he as good of a lover as he is a writer? Her panties are soaked. She wonders if he will be able to smell her arousal. The time is finally here, she walks into the bar, looks around wondering if he’s there yet. And then she sees him. She was doing a number on my dick. It was so hard, I knew I wasn't going to last long. I had to change things up, so I pulled her off the couch and positioned her on her hands and knees in front of Anthony still on the couch. I lowered my pants, got behind her and pulled her skirt off revealing her sweet ass. I could smell her scent as I moved closer and dove in lapping her pussy with my tongue. I worked up and down her hole. I moved up higher and darted my tongue in her butthole. She was doing. I had no idea what I was in for this weekend but I was determined to make Patrick proud. Next thing I knew I was face to face with a drop dead gorgeous Asian woman. She was wearing a corset with garters and thigh high stockings and platform stilleto heels. Her hair was shiny black and fell straight down to her waist. She was much younger than me, maybe mid 30’s and had full red lips and even fuller tits. She was hot and she knew it too.Her eyes were beautiful and captivating as she stood there. I choked a little as it gushed against my tonsils, but I quickly sealed my throat by tightening my muscles. There was so much cum that I was afraid it would spill out of the corners of my mouth. Daddy held my head gently between his big hands to hold me in place, but I would have stuck like a leech without them; I wanted my first blow job to be a success."Now swallow it all," Daddy said after carefully pulling his cock out. I gulped again and again and got most of the slippery stuff down, but.