He did."What's up?" Get a confirmation number, please," she continued, "I have this feeling..." Woman's intuition?" Not exactly ... worse than that." ...heyenne Mountain, Lewistown ... we need a confirmation number please. Like you do for international flights." Lewistown, Cheyenne, wait one."There was an extended waiting silence. "Lewistown, Cheyenne... 679-231-CC-1 X. Transponder 5150." Thank you, Cheyenne, Lewistown out." No problem, Lewistown, Cheyenne out." Great idea, Connie," said Junior.. Only, it wasn’t. “Aren’t you a little bored by yourself, Sophie? Wouldn’t you like to join us in a special masked party?”Sophie knew exactly what he meant. Ivor had told her that it was an idea he’d picked up while in Paris. It had become one of Max’s favourite forms of rather depraved amusement. Choosing a warm summer night, he would have maybe twenty of his high class friends dressed, and masked to maintain secrecy if required, driven to a clearing deep in Epping Forest, where with countless. She raised her eyes. He had moved around the bed and his thick, dark cock was inches away from her face. “I do believe you have an appointment with big fella here?”. He removed the gag. She swallowed hard and traced her lips with her tongue. She couldn’t help it. He just looked so….appetizing. Reaching with her tongue, she made to lick him, but he moved away. She frowned in confusion, but he had remembered something. “Not as yet, whore. There’s still your butt plug to deal with?” he reminded. My taste buds are now buzzing with the sensational taste of her pussy. Moving higher, my nose rubs over her clit, soon my upper lip reaches the same spot and her body tenses, ready for what she she's been needing. Not leaving her waiting long my tongue finally touches her clit, my tongue exploring all over the her throbbing clit. She let's out a loud moan just as the tip of my tongue flicks off of her clit.I continue to enjoy every millimetre of her delicious pussy. My face covered in that.