"Okay Julian, although I need to go home first and change out of my boring office clothes. You can pick me up at around 8:00pm if that suits you" she ...eplied, in her lyrical Scottish accent.Did that suit me ? she had to be joking! I tried to maintain some level of dignity and managed to stop myself behaving like some lovesick teenager and replied, as casually as I could:"8:00pm's fine ? oh, and where do you live"?Moments later, having taken down her address, I was back to my professional self,. She was nearly asleep. He suddenly said in the nightdarkness, "During my childhood by the time I was Ten, Karen, my life hadgot so bad I had no doubt I would never make it to be an adult. I was soafraid that I knew my mother would kill me before I ever reachedadulthood. You do not know what it is like being that so afraid everyday. My mother was really that horrible. I was beaten badly almost everyday. I spent days on end locked in my tiny bedroom, without food oranything. There were many. His tongue felt wonderful. Mark knelt above me and placed his cock in my mouth. I sucked and gagged as he pushed it down my throat. After they had taken turns eating me out they spit roasted me. Mark in my pussy and my friend in my mouth to begin with. They kept swapping ends, using me like a slut. They then took turns fisting me. Both were great at it and I cum so fucking hard. The bed was soaking with my cum and juices as I’d squirted a number of times.We had break for a short while and a few. She poured herself out as she shook and writhed, the tremendous orgasm wringing her out like a wet dishrag. Finally, she had emptied herself and lay limp and dripping over the Mistress's knees."Now look at the mess you made of my floor slut! You have your naughty pussy juice all over my clean floor! Get down there and lick it up slut. Lick up your pussy juice and clean my floor with your tongue!" she said, shoving Dorothy off her lap. Dorothy bent to the task, licking up her spilled juice even.