My mouth releases, I breath heavily 'Open your legs my naughty sex goddess... ' Your legs spread slowly, lazily, wide apart body opening to me, I move...my head between them, you feel the now hotter licks and sporadic firm kisses caressing, pressing your inner thighs crawling upwards, the thrill press of the previous kisses cumulative combining like a slow slide of thin pleasure feeling flowing below you, till i move and edge closer to your hot throbbing cunt.Suddenly you feel my warm mouth lips. I stroked each lip of her labia gently with my fingers as she began to moan and move around a little. I then slid my finger deep into her and pumped her as she writhed with pleasure. Then I wet her ass with my finger and rubbed her sweet little asshole gently and then probed inward as her tight little ass began to accept my finger. She started to move against my finger as I slowly moved into her gorgeous ass deeper and deeper. I did not want to go any farther with her because I felt she was not. Scion of an illustrious old American family and heir to a considerable fortune, which, incidentally, he had more than doubled by having the good sense to take Axel Borman's advice, he was a trim slender man, about five feet eight, blond, blue-eyed, with a lazy indolent manner of moving and speaking which gave to strangers the impression that he was just one more of the brainless rich who had inherited their wealth and couldn't get a job as a messenger boy if he had to do it on his own. Only his. The note was typewritten; the previous ones had been scrawled, almost illegible. The instructions were clear; she must wear a dress, no bra. Suspenders and stockings, but not panties. High heel shoes with ankle straps. Jill was surprised by the "no panties" rule; he had seemed to like tugging them down her legs, then ordering her to step from them. Perhaps he just wanted some variety this time.She found herself becoming intrigued, excited even by the letter, like a girl receiving a love letter..