With my hand on the back of her head I exerted a little pressure and her head moved downward. It took little persuasion for her to begin to move. I wa...ted and then that wonderful moment when I felt her first attempts at a kiss on my nipple. I let her take her time before I shifted slightly to let her have a turn with the other one. I moaned and groaned as a way to encourage her and soon she was attacking them almost ferociously.Make hay while the sun shines I thought and I let my hand drift. “Yeah, that’s my cumslut, suck it off. Use that tongue and lick it all off. Look at yourself in the mirror as you suck my cock.” I lick and suck on his cock. I watch as my head bobs up and down. I watch as I grip his cock in my hand and lick down the length of it. I cup his balls in my hand as I lick my way back up and flick my tongue across the head, lapping up the pool of pre-cum waiting for me there. I once again suck it back into my mouth with a moan as I take it as far back as I can. I. Classy, that sounds more like it. I look through my wardrobe. Not too much classy clothes I can afford on Dairy Queen wages. But there is this sky-blue number, almost (but not quite) silk, clinging, but not too obviously so. I jump in the shower, take time on my hair and make-up, then put on my best perfume (ears, neck, breasts, pussy). Underwear? I compromise, white silky panties, but no bra. With my boob size they are more for decoration anyway. When I slip into the dress, I shiver. The soft. When I'd told them how I'd disposed of it they'd apparently tracked down the cab I'd used and it was still there stuffed behind the seat. I gave it a grateful pat when I saw it again, it had saved my life twice over—once when I'd shot Quiller and again when Golden hadn't realized it was empty.One of the FBI guys commented that it did indeed look like a kid's toy gun. I told him it shot just fine, real bullets—or one, anyhow. "Try it if you want to," I said. He declined.After a while they.