Now stand up and take off your jacket and skirt." There she stood in black stockings and with lovely matching panties, her blouse barley covering her ...ace clad bottom. "Now take off you blouse and bend over the desk." Again reluctantly she complied - what a sight the Black Widow, bent over my desk with nothing but her underwear. Her panties had slid up into her arse cheeks, as I ran my hand over her lovely soft flesh. My hand slipped between the folds of of her panties, as I gently run her. I tried to bring my hands up to your thighs but you pushed them away. “No hands bitch”"Just Try to relax your throat, We are going to do this nice and slowly we all weekend."Oh god!. How it didn't occur to me before this moment I don't know, this was the deep throat thing you had told me about, I was terrified. I thought I would have more warning, more time to get use to the idea.As the tip of your cock reached my throat I wanted to gag, you kept pushing your way in, telling me what a good boy. We hurried to the swing set to lie down, the top of my head touching the top of hers, our feet pointing away from each other, our foreheads directly below the bottom of the swing’s seat. Just as the timer seemed about to go off, Heather gave the swing a gentle push.Click. The swing scythed past us. Click.We watched the seat lazily traverse ever shorter arc-lengths, until the wind was strong enough to take over and make its movement aperiodic. Another flash of lightning was followed some six. Your hands push my thighs apart and I feel your tongue from behind licking at my pussy. My arms tremble as I hold myself up. Your hands grasp my hips tighter and your tongue trails up licking and sucking at the soft skin leading to my ass. As your tongue slides back further still, your hand slides forward, cupping my pussy, fingers finding my clit. A sharp gasp escapes my lips.You have me so aroused, so close to my orgasm. I whimper softly as you continue to lick and touch me. Your mouth glides.