All the while I stare at you and say “Yea Olivia… Hold Daddy’s cock down your throat like the little slut daughter you are…Oh YEA baby-girl!�...I pull my cock completely out of Amanda’s mouth; she releases a gag and gasps for air as a long string of saliva leads from the tip of my swollen dick back to her lips. Amanda starts stroking my bulging, spit-covered cock with her hand, looking up at me for approval, but just I keep looking right at you, Olivia, and your pussy is getting wetter and wetter. 'Hello'... a deep voice answered, shit, what do I say.'Err..hi, I don't know if I have the right contact details but I am hoping I found the right number'. The guy could be anyone, what the hell was I doing.'Well, if you tell me who you need to talk to I can probably tell you if you have got the right number love'. He voice was warm, and charming.'I'm looking for Tom, the area is right, I am just not sure this is the right number, sorry if it isn't!'The line went quiet for a while, the the. Maybe carrying all that equipment down from the car aggravated whatever injury she suffered. She managed to get dressed and drove into town to pick up some groceries and run a few errands. She noticed the sign for A. Spicer Computer Consultants on an office window above the supermarket. I wonder if that’s the Adam I ran into this morning? Must be, there can’t be two computer consultants with that name in this town. She parked her car and looked at the card he had given her. Yes, that was his. My hands went to her hair, the strands of dark hair soft and malleable around my fingers. My back arched, as she reached around my ass and held me tighter to her mouth. She wasn't slow with her movements, she delved deeply into me, the length of her tongue working me into a frenzy. She didn't hesitate to rush me to the destination I was seeking out.When my juices oozed out of me with her saliva, she'd be quick to catch the drips, unashamed to show how much she enjoyed me. My breaths came in.