Every pass of his tongue against her clit felt like white lightning. She fought to stand as she rocked against his face, shamelessly pressing herself ...gainst him, in hopes of finding her climax. One hand slipped down her side, and in an instant two fingers were deep inside her. Her walls wrapped tightly around him and she bucked against him, the pressure building hot and quick. ‘I’m going to come,’ she told him. ‘Sir,’ she quickly squeaked out. ‘Please, do,’ he told her. The heat of his tongue. However...”“No, no ‘however’,” she said, interrupting me. “You enjoyed it, and that’s all that matters.”I shook my head. “No, there’s still the matter of respect. I don’t simply let every man who ogles you take you like that, do I?”She looked at me again, frowning. “No. No one has ogled me anyway.”I glanced at her. “Wrong. I’ve seen plenty of men look at you, especially the ones in your office, applying for an apartment.”“You’re never in my office when I’m working with a prospective resident,”. So just look at my breasts, Robert… simply sit back on the couch… and look at my breasts… look only at my breasts… focus on them… focus your mind on my breasts… let your body relax… as you focus on my lovely breasts…’ ‘Focus on… your lovely breasts…’ ‘That’s it, Robert… keep your eyes on my breasts. Don’t let them stray. Lock your eyes on my breasts. Imagine what they might feel like… how soft they can feel… how firm they can feel… what they might look like… and you’re liking what you’re. And I hated it when he'd leave.Over time I got suspicious. The guy just wasn't around that often. He'dcome at strange times and go at strange times. He'd have his boys at myhouse a lot, always being nice but certainly watching me. No one evermade a move on me - they knew where their bread was buttered - but thewhole thing led me to two simple conclusions: He was married and I wasbeing kept.After years of hooking and years of dogging I was still basically ahooker. I was his pussy on the.