As exciting as tongue service might sound, ittoo can get old. And it did.During that particular instance, though, I never actually earned my wayout. I... turned out to be just an entire weekend of shame and hell.Mistress will some times hold it over me when I complain. It's like astudent loan. There is no declaring bankruptcy.But this time I was doing pretty well. A few more brief respites had costme. But mostly I was able to keep up a faster than required pace. When wewere finished I had only to. Susan asked, ‘May I help you?’ She knew right away because of the man’s uniform who it was and certainly who it was about. Cutting the polite remarks off she said, ‘Won’t you come in?’ Sam walked in the apartment. He looked around. It was small and sparsely furnished, not what he expected at all, ‘I’m here about a mutual friend of ours.’ He heard crying in the background. ‘Excuse me. I’ll only be a second.’ As she turned she asked, ‘Won’t you sit down?’ She went back to get her baby. Seconds. She waved to both of us and walked back. As she walked back I sank deep in the ocean of thoughts of her stunning beauty and sexy body. Her charming smile and lovely voice and wonderful body could melt anybody instantly like butter on the hot pan.While she was waiting on the platform, I was trying to steal glances of her hot body. She saw me doing it. I felt bad and guilty thinking that she would have a really bad opinion about me. As the train moved, I could see her smiling with a gentle tease. That much was plain. Everything that she did demonstrated that I could have her whenever I wanted her.“Damn, woman, you’re not kidding around here, are you?” I reacted as I rammed Emily harder on each stroke, even pulling her lovely brown hair.“Never ... I’m ... your ... slut ... forever! Always ... fucking ... yours!” Emily insisted with her breathless words making her sincerity quite clear.“Attagirl!” I slapped her tush a bit as I bottomed out inside her slippery snatch, the juices clearly.