I didn't really fancy the girl, it was probably her only asset, she would probably get fixated on me, as girls often do with their first man - it was ...ot likely to end well.I'm not in the habit of standing people up, but as I walked back to the massage shop I was thinking of every possible excuse to abandon ship.I reached the shop and met the boss. "Ready?" she asked.And then I realised, I'd been looking at the wrong girl!Not the shy, dumpy, podgy, snub nosed girl, but a very slim petite self. I’d rather know you were safe. In fact, call me anyway, okay? When you get home? Let me know how it went.’ She nodded then closed the door, shooting her friend one last brave smile. But on entering the church, her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t anticipated just how many people would be there. The church was packed, every pew full, around a dozen people forced to stand at the back. And as she saw the coffin at the top of the aisle, she found she couldn’t breathe at all, a little voice. Then I heard the squeak of my door handle, I shut my eyes tight a prayed “Please let it be him”. As my bedroom door opened I felt the cold air from outside brush against my face gently, I froze, My whole body went stiff and I started to breath heavily. “Calm down” I said to myself, “He will know you’re awake” So I just lay on my back, still and as calm as I possibly could be, as I hear the footsteps creeping gently on the floor around my bed.I noticed the footsteps passed my sack at the end of. .."Whoa! Slave! That is some tongue you have. You are going to be very popular with the girls."The slave did not reply to Constance. She was too busy shoving her tongue inside her."Now lick up my clit. More aggressive this time. Really split those lips. When you reach the clit, give it a big lick with that fat tongue of yours ... Yes! Shit! Fuck!" Did you come, Mistress?" Very close. Now, play with my clit with your mouth, like I did you. Watch me, and see what works. Every woman is.