Her lips closed around my cock and slowly she started to let me slide into her mouth. I groaned and ran my hands through her hair as she closed her ey...s and sucked my dick. She pushed me deeper and deeper into her warm mouth, back and forth she moved until I bumped against the back of her throat. She slowly pulled back before moving back, her tongue slipped up and cushioned each bob of her head. Her warm saliva pooled around the base of my cock as she slurped up and down, her eyes opened again. Drooled between the top of her labia. She was painfully aware of every inch of her flesh exposed to him. Waiting for him.How can he just walk away from me? Each mouse click drove her further into madness. She whimpered.“Careful. You keep making noise, you might earn yourself a spanking.” His voice was light, like he was trying not to smile.Roxanne shifted her weight on the balls of her feet. Pointed her pussy more in the direction of his voice. “Why should I be careful?”Every pore of her. She sat on the other side of the classroom to my right, wearing the same white shirt and pleated green skirt as all the other girls but hers rested on her knees and wasn’t folded up like most of the other girls. The brunette’s hair was tied back in a ponytail and as usual, she wore no makeup. Amy was only average looking, she didn’t have a voluptuous chest, an anorexic build or a model’s long legs but she did have a pretty face, and a decent physique. Her personality stood out even less than. ” People who wanted to find it, did. Tucked away in a small alley amusingly called “Back Passage”, on the edge of Granary Wharf, The Coffee Bean looked like a typical greasy spoon café. With just four formica tables and sugar-sticky stools ranged round them, the two waitresses were hefty Northern women with grumpy expressions. Until a regular customer appeared, in which case, they were flashed a large grin, and waved on through to the back.A “regular” male customer was usually dressed in smart.