The next day, I was sitting at my usual lunchtime haunt, great coffee, great salad, and whatever else might grab you. Today, for the moment at least, ... just needed coffee and loads of it.My reverie was interrupted, “Hi Dina, how are you this morning?”I didn’t look up, I hadn’t cottoned on to the voice, I thought it was one of my regular mates. “Not good, terrible bloody head this morning, stayed up too late, drinking with a bunch of girls. Mind you, they were nice, especially one.” All of my. After three or four minutes her clitoris started twitching and I knew she was entering her fourth orgasm and so backed slightly off and ran my tongue between her clitoris and vagina. Soon her hand urged me back to her clitoris and I sucked vigorously while picking up the pace with either hand. Her moans, arching, bucking, and hand in my hair soon showed that things were going well and her orgasm. I shifted up and started kissing her lips. She urged me to fuck her hard. I say ok to her, and I. He fucked her without mercy, with lust driving every breath, every twitch of muscle. He looked down at her, this beautiful girl who was his slave, his wife, his cherished property. He looked at her voluptuous, gorgeous tits marred with the white globs of candle wax, shaking violently with the force of his fucks. Now he leaned towards her. "Open your mouth, bitch." She opened, and he spit between her lips. She closed her mouth, swallowing his saliva, just as her cunt would soon swallow up his. My knickers also gently supported my cock and balls. Irealised that I liked wearing them very much!I found myself moving more elegantly as I served supper, and wascareful to use my napkin to protect my skirt from any splashes - Ihadn't usually bothered with a napkin before. After supper she watchedme clearing the table. "I think that outfit really suits you," shesaid. "Does it feel good?" I nodded, not wanting to say just howstimulating it really felt. "I think you should wear it all week. I.