I have to smile knowing that just a short time before I had pumped My cum in the same little cunt he was now running his tongue into. If he detected i..., it did not matter to him. He kept on licking and sucking while you pressed your pussy tightly to his face – your turn to fuck his face. He must have been doing a good job eating you. You were humping his face, panting hard and moaning loudly. You had had trouble concentrating on his cock, but it finally began to show life again as it began to. "That prick outside can wait for his," I mumbled. While Michael worked on the van, I laid out my plan of attack for the day. It included serving our two hard to find people, as well as two new ones who came in late the day before."I see Michael the sign guy is hard at work," Ed suggested, when he came in around 9 AM."Yes, damn guy called me at home to ask where the hell I was." I said that with what I am sure was a dark look."Oh what time was that?" Ed asked."8 fucking o'clock," I. It was just an informal meet up so a black bra and panties, jean shorts, dark blue button down shirt was the perfect outfit for the day. At 2.30 on the dot, the Taxi arrived and I was pleased to see it was my usual driver, Dave. He was always very pleasant and chatty, in his fifties, and a fun guy, he loves my DD breasts, many times, he gave them compliments in a soft leering way and of course, I loved the attention. I asked Dave if he could pick me up for the return journey later that night,. David speaks a little French but I do not. I hoped that they would stay in English.As it turned out, there were two of them, Robert, pronounced 'Ro-bare' and Jacques, who looked like Hollywood's idea of a ski instructor, just down from the Alps. He was what some would call 'drop-dead gorgeous' with a tiny, tasteful mustache and a flat stomach.Robert kissed me on both cheeks in that nice way the Europeans have and then Jacques brought his eyes up to my eye level and took my hand and kissed it,.