The filthiest homeless man in the city still smells better than some well-dressed and gainfully employed women's pussies when they haven't showered in...a few hours. I'm speaking from experience, my friends. Anyhow, I gave Fadheela-Anisah's pussy a thorough licking. I fingered her pussy and had her moaning my name in Arabic and English like there was no tomorrow. I guess I was doing a good job. With women, you just never know. Bitches fake it so damn much. Not that I care. After licking. He told me I should share this love session with you here. By daybreak my juices had pooled beneath the slatted chair where I sat for hours. I was kind of a gibbering, mindless "thing", unfulfilled and almost insane with need and my tits were raw and on fire. And the intensity was about to increase.It was six in the evening and I marveled at the endurance he would have to muster to spend at least the next 12 hours punishing me. It would be a full half-day or more. And he would spend. The church, as I said was sparsely attended, and after a few minutes of the sermon I could understand why, but then Janet began to speak softly.“Isn’t it amazing the people who attend church nowadays, I mean look at that couple with the young girl in the front. I think they are there just out of appearance sake; they don’t want to be here either.”I looked towards where she was pointing, an older man with graying hair was looking at the vicar in the pulpit with such a hawk like stare that I. I wasn’t a good grasshopper. ‘I can’t get up,’ I said. ‘Fine,’ said Diane, stepping over me, her bare feet straddling my shoulders. ‘Just stay there.’ Then she dropped to her knees and sat back so that her bikini’d pussy sat on my mouth. I tried to protest but my words were muffled by her pussy. She reached down and slid her bikini to the side. ‘Now lick, slut,’ she said. My cheeks burned but I was too tired and sore to resist. My tongue slid into her pussy obediently. ‘C’mon, pussy licker…do a.