Well since Amy wasn't with me, I assumed she was at work. I invited Karen in and made some coffee. Karen calmed down and seemed like she just wanted t... talk to someone. After about an hour Karen asked me if she could ask me a personal question. I of course told her yes. She told me that Amy had told her that I was very good at eating pussy. I blushed as I wasn't expecting this. I told her that I did enjoy eating pussy ALOT. And Karen asked if I would consider eating her. Now I really blushed. I was thinking maybe you could pretend I’m your date?”I thought about this for a second, no doubt my cock would love to treat her as my date but my head held on to the last little bit of morals my cock hadn’t yet hidden from me. I laughed awkwardly, “You know what? Okay, just for tonight.” I held out my arm and she took it.The sun was just setting and I helped this beautiful woman in my truck. She scooted over and sat in the center. She crossed her legs and the slit of her dress fell over her. " He said. His voice was deep and calm, and he had an accent I did not recognize; it was western European or maybe Russian."I don't know what you are talking about." I told him. I was an average guy. I wasn't big, but I was no wimp either, but this person frightened me."It has come to my attention that you are the overseer of a rather debaucherous institution." He said to me."I don't know what you are talking about," I told him.He lifted his head a bit, and from the small amount of light that. They slurped ice cream in Nathan Phillips Square. They watched sidewalk performers on Yonge Street. Manjula gaped at the giant sculpture of flying birds in the Eaton Centre. She could not, of course, resist shopping again, but eschewed the expenses of Nordstrom’s and Holt Renfrew in favour of simpler, but no less sexy, fall outfits.They followed the underground malls to the intersection of King and Bay, then went outside. Manjula was spellbound by the sight, an intersection with four of the.