"Nothing, just doing the research for the paper I was set on Thursday,"I said after a sip of coffee.Cheryl nodded and said, "I was planning on going h...me and then intotown, but now I want to take you with me, however if you havecoursework, that plan is scuppered as I don't want to have to come backhere before work on Monday." I could ride down," I offered."It's still snowing, I looked," Cheryl said pulling her face. "Andanyway riding a motorbike is not the sort of girlie girl behaviour Iwant to. Marge strolled in without a care, carrying two big dog bowls, a gallon of water, and a take-out box from The Pit Stop, one of Boyertown’s best and favorite steak houses. “Get used to eating and drinking like this, slave. It’s the only way you’ll get anything for the next two weeks. You’ll eat breakfast and dinner like this at home, but I suppose you’ll be permitted a sandwich and bottle of water when you go to work. Forget about going out to lunch. You won’t be able to leave your office. ” “You have legs to die for. You have breasts to kill for and I want to lick you all over until you tell me to stop.” The phone alarm sounded. Catherine turned it off. “To stop because I wouldn't like it?” she breathed. “No, because you did,” murmured Miranda. “Kiss me again – like you'd kiss me all over.” Miranda pulled her down beside her on the bed. Then she kissed her again. Catherine's lips parted so that Miranda could insert her tongue. Catherine mewed like a cat and kicked off her heels.. Having slipped them off I lay on the couch & asked her to sit her pussy on my face. Clammy warm & just oozing lots of sweet tasting & bearly an odour at all (I don't mind smelly or not) but it tasted bloody superb & she just kept gushing as she groaned, this poor girl must've been without some for a while. She turned a 180 to stay on my face, her lovely tight anus on my nose, again smelling like a fresh rose. I swapped between licking to rimming her delicate rosette while flicking a very tiny.