The bootlicking girl was directed back to her boots and eagerly began to worship the Mistress again. She addressed the ?beauty queen? with unbridled ...isgust, ?You are shit. You are in the presence of your Superior. You are my personal entertainment. I believe that I have sufficiently answered your foolish outburst. You will be silent in my presence. You will obey every command I deign to speak to you. You will amuse me. You will finally be executed for my gratification.? Birdie began. Choot ko phaila ke uski gandh mere sharir me utejna bhar rahi thi phir me choot ki kiss kiya phir hatho se phela kar use chatne laga. Voh siskari mar rahi. Thi. Aaa assssshhs aaahhhss ssshaaaa aaaahsshhsss ahhhh hh hssaaaa aaahh uski choot bahut choti thi mere pure muhame agai mene use pura hila ke rakh diya uske chut ka pani ka swad bahut acha tha me sara pani chatne laga ,tabhi usne mujhe ghumne ko kaha me ghuma uski or mere per hogaye usne meri jeans ko utara or u.w.utara ,mera land jo ki. My mouth is already waiting, and as my hands free you, I suck your tip straight into my mouth, my tongue licking along your shaft. You moan sharply, telling me how good that feels. My hand holds and fondles your balls as more of your shaft disappears between my lips, my cheeks sucking in at the effort. I feel your fingers run through my hair as I take you. I swirl my tongue over your cock as it rests in my mouth. My bright brown eyes flick up to meet yours, lust sparking through them as you. But the salesman definitely noticed, looking up at Jen as he felt the silky toes brushing against his hand. Jen smiled innocently.Jen placed her other foot on the scale. As the salesman leaned over to adjust the scale, Jen shifted in her chair, causing her knee to touch the salesman's cheek. "Oh, I'm sorry," Jen apologized. But she let her leg linger against the young man's cheek. The salesman didn't pull away immediately. He savored the feeling of the silky leg against his cheek. Eventually he.