How the hell did the mysterious woman who seemed to be incharge of this hellhole know what I called her? I tried to think back,but I couldn't once rec...ll actually using the phrase, though I'dcertainly come close. So did I talk in my sleep maybe? Or could theysomehow read my thoughts? Surely they couldn't do that ..."So?" Madison's voice brought me back to the here and now. The redheadwas looking at me expectantly as I sat down. I smiled at her, unable toforget the pleasure of waking up with her. But all we'd ever done, of course, was take the basic tours. One morning Harold and I got to talking about his job and I expressed interest in what he did. The upshot of the conversation was that about a week later Harold offered to take me, and 'a friend', on a personally guided tour of the places that regular tourists never got to see up close.Guess who I asked if she'd like to go on this special tour? I'd been looking for a reason to get together with her outside of business hours.Bree. ” I smiled and said, “Well, I believe it a compliment to be with a beautiful woman at this point of time.”She smiled and gave a peck. We rushed out and wished others. Soon the crowd started to go away. She left with her husband. Next few days, I missed her and got on with my work. Suddenly, one day my senior called me to his house for dinner. So I took a champagne bottle and roses.I entered their door, gave it to the respective people. We had small talk and then dinner. While eating ice-cream.. I like to spur them on by talking dirty to them. Sometimes they even spit in my face or into my mouth - and I love it!The only problem is that my pussy and ass are so hot and tight that they never last long and I'm soon feeling myself being filled by their nasty, primitive, blue-collar cum.Afterwards I always squat down in front of them and suck the last few drops from their shafts and lick all our sweet mixed juices off their cock and sweaty balls until they're all nice and clean..