I could see that you were so wet with the anticipation that there was a small trickle of your luv juice that had dribbled down to puddle in your botto... so I allowed my tongue to pick up the trail where your lips met just above your ass. Despite trying to prolong the moment I was at your puckered ring in no time so I lovingly scooped your juices out with just the tip of my tongue. My restraint was seriously slipping at that point so I allowed my tongue to penetrate more and more deeply into. Nick's door and ask for some sugar.She hesitated outside the door feeling the butterflies start to do wheelies in her tummy and the involuntary tightening of her sphincter muscle that always signaled her desire to have sex. She hoped her panties were not showing the betraying wet spot marking her as a bad girl.Her hand was raised to knock on the door when Mr. Nick opened it before her fist could hit the wood."Oh, Mr. Nick, I was going to ask you for some sugar. I forgot to get some at the. My sister was the one who told me about that.Anyway, about the third or fourth time I managed to reach orgasm by myself I watched in amazement as a milky fluid spurted out of my cock and splashed against the wall of the shower. As I continued to stroke, the liquid made my shaft slicker and made the whole thing more pleasurable.I knew that this was the "seed" that the books and Mom talked about. I was bursting to tell Steph. I dried off and got into my bedtime clothes -- briefs and a tee shirt. The cleaning guy got a wicked smile on his face. "Come here." He told me pointing at the ground infront of him. I had no idea why I listened but I did. My feet taking slow steps towards them, my mind was screaming No! WTF are you doing! Standing infront of him I can't take my eyes off his huge glistening cock. "Take your cloths off." He demands. I slowly start getting undressed automatically at his commands. My brain is still screaming at me to stop and leave but I was hypnotized I couldn't.