Well, then, she said as if that explained everything. I assume we met last night? Sort of. Did we&hellip, There was trepidation in her voice now. Did ...e have sex? He grinned. There was no way he was passing up this opportunity. Baby, you rocked my world, he said. Twice. Whered you learn to do that thing with your tongue? What thing? That thing where you&hellip, Oh never mind, Ill show you later. Mind if I join you? He jiggled his belt, making it sound as if he was pulling off his pants. No! she. At the weekends my paper load is doubled, so I was running a bit late on my round. When I approached her door, I could hear a voice (I presumed hers). She must of been close to the door, so I chanced a quick look as I posted the newspaper. As the paper fell through, I held the flap up to continue looking and I wasn't expecting what I saw. She was stood just infront of me facing the door - she was dressed in a thin flowing purple night dress that came down just below her panties (which matched). I aim back at her pussy and she instantly bucks her hips back into me "AH, fuck. I love the pulse".I move the head in closer, blasting her clit with the pulsing water. Oh, OH, AHHHHH, FUCK, KEEP IT RIGHT THEEERRE..." UGH, GUH" she screams as she repeatedly bucks her ass back into me, making my still hard as fuck cock bounce in the crack of her ass."AHHHHH, OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUUUUUUCCCKK" Her orgasm comes as her body shakes violently, her knees eventually failing her as she slinks to the shower. After he finished inspecting my body by touching my tits and pulling my hair, he made me clean his finger with my mouth.Everyone else groaned in disgust. Mike made me explain, “If I am not willing to taste my own juices, I can’t expect anyone else to do so. I am sorry that disgusted you, but I couldn’t allow Master to have a brown finger,” I explained.His finger wasn’t brown. I barely tasted any of my poopy on his finger. Mike gave me permission to carry the bowl to the sink on two legs and.