But at least he was clean. It was fresh sweat. Not stale. That didn't mean it was okay. But it could have been worse.I wasn't having much luck finding...what my tongue was searching for. I knew I was going to have to use my hands. I grasped the cheeks of his ass and slowly spread them, forcing my face deeper into the dark, dank crevice.My tongue finally found its crinkled target. John shivered and groaned quietly as my tongue circled his opening. Then he murmured, "That's it, Jess. Good girl. Now. The British had withdrawn diplomatic relations following Soviet support for the British Miner’s strike of 1927 and the Americans hadn’t normalized relations since the revolution. As a result the Germans had the best party in town this year. For a moment Leona let her eyes scan the room taking in the revelers. It was easy to spot the Russians as they were dressed in badly made, ill fitting copies of last years fashions. The westerners were a mixed group, mainly German but with a large contingent. I still had the taste of his pre-cum in my mouth as he began to fuck me slow and hard.Job or no job I began wondering how I could get this guy to fuck me on a regular basis. He seemed to read my mind again, because he whispered in my ear, “Jackie, I could fuck you every day if you’d let me.” I said, “You might have to clear that with my husband, but he loves to share me with black men so I think he’d be on board. Then he said, “If I go to work for Milt you gonna be my regular white slut?” By. The week building up to the party Carla did nothing but talk about theparty and the costumes and how excited she was how she couldn't wait tofor Friday. Well Friday final came and over breakfast Clara said shewould pick up the costumes and drop mine off at my work then head backto her office and get the office ready for the party and come back andget me.That afternoon Clara came into my office glued the mouse nose to my facetold me to take off my clothes and threw my suit into a bag and said.