His hand felt SO good on my cock and then even better his Tongue began to clean up the copious amounts of pre-cum oozing from it. I closed my eyes and...prepared for another incredible blow job. He went to work on my hard cock, working the head like a k** eating a melting ice cream cone...damn it felt good, so good I didn't want it to stop. I tried to prolong it by thinking about other things but he was just too damn good and in no time he had my balls tight and ready to pop. I warned him. At the park gates, each ofus had our different directions to go home to, so after a little kissto each other on the cheek. I was soon alone walking back home againfeeling the afternoon breeze on my nylon legs, the long day wearing themonster high heels and corset started to hurt. Eventually I was home tomy girly prison. "Hiya Jessica how was your school day? Mummy asked asI took off my blazer and hung it up. What could I say? "It was sort offine," I replied. What I wanted really was to say. He saw the girls door propped open with a maintenance cart and he tried not to look, hard on sticking out, headed quickly for the flight of stairs up to his apartment. Then a voicelike jimmy Stewart on helium " well, hey there Jones, up early this morning?" It was his land lord "yes Mr. Bob, have to do some laundry before work" he drawled, not realizing how exhausted he was until he heard himself. Bob creaked in his upstate New York whine "I'm up early too, couldn't sleep and Daphnie needed a. Without people. And--”“But I would be around!”“You are not people. You are Adrianne. That I can handle.”After maybe 40 minutes I am totally relaxed, I’ve drunk about half of this gigantic glass, yet I feel the buzz already. The sun is loving me; I stretch my glistening body a little bit more. And more guys are passing us, now between their mumbling I hear, “maaaan” and “WOW!” and one time: “Jesus! D’ya see these foxes!?” and such; now it makes me smile even more. It’s all good for my vanity,.