I was in heaven. Suddenly, he removed his hands pulled the hem of my tight skirt up my leg. He smiled at me and continued raising it up my waist. Whil... he pulled down my tiny thong down to my ankles, I lifted my blouse above my head…He fell down to his knees, with his face pushing my legs apart as his lips trailed up the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs some little more. My legs were shaking. Suddenly, I was very nervous. I closed my eyes as I was sure he could see how wet I was.I felt his. I hurriedly licked her pussy clean, blew it dry and planted asmall kiss on it. That was our code, whenever I was cleaning any ofMistress's body part with my tongue, I would plant a small kiss on it toindicate that I was finished. I lay down on the floor on my back.Soon I saw my mistress' glorious pussy descend upon my face. She squattedwith her pussy right on my mouth. Her long, curly pussy hair startedtickling my nose, but I was used to it. Her urine started to fall into mywaiting, eager mouth. What would it babbled to me by my mom, but her nipple was hard as a rock. Heh...I picked up the thin straps of her dress and threw them to the side. Dress easily slipped down, revealing a delicious, full, round Breasts, already so well familiar taste, and touch.— Just crush my dress! — mom already prayed about, and be careful with your hairstyle!— Mom... Everything will be okay... — hoarsely I muttered, re-merging with it in a kiss.With one hand I slowly squeezed the mother's breast, a the. I came to dread the visits, from the one black guy, to my little office. The paper or letter dropped casually on my desk – with the mistakes circled in red – then the squeeze on my shoulder or the firm pat to my backside and him saying, “I’ll see you in my office…promptly at four-thirty…young lady.” Waiting for it sucked. I had allowed it to happen, in both cases to keep my job. I didn’t mind the sex at all, I loved it! What came before sex, lighting a fire in my ass, wasn’t enjoyable at all..