I felt that little itch that needed to be taken care off. It is combined with what I have described as a bit of electricity going from my boypussy lip... up to my brain. Remember that without a good functioning of the brain, sex is just blah, blah. So, I opened the letter and began reading. Dear Bitch, (I knew what came after that opening) what are you doing to get ready for tonight?? Are you planning to masturbate there at the office to bring me the jism of your cock?? You know I want it as. "You danced with Charlie last night?"She nodded her head, still smiling."How many times?" Only two times," she answered eyes downcast now."Did you like dancing with Charlie?"She raised her eyes to mine, nodded, smiling again."Was the dance floor crowded?"Tammy nodded, blushing now."Did you like dancing close?"Alarm flooded her face. "Sammy," she whined, "let me go." You like dancing close, didn't you?" Let me go, please," she pleaded."Tell me."Tammy was a senior in college and two years older. That mouth of yours works magic, I swear.” I nod my head just slightly, agreeing with him while I coil my soft wet tongue around his thick cock. He begins to pick up speed, fucking my mouth deeper. I can feel my teeth run along the length of his shaft. His groans turn into utter moans of pure ecstasy. I allow my moans to turn into hums to increase the powerful pleasure that he is feeling as he fucks my mouth. He moves in closer, forcing me to gag on his cock, feeling him fill my throat while. There was not much.The dress was a custom design that was not fit for street wear. In fact, it was a stretch for an LA strip club. The design explained a lot about why I wanted her looks disguised - everyone was going to look closely at where that dragon was looking. It was inspired by that green J Lo dress from around the turn to the century, but that was just a first thought. Start with some really deep, multi-folded cape sleeves, like a very fancy faculty graduation gown gone crazy. Now, cut.