All I could do to stop myself from face planting onto the conference room table was grab the back of the seat in front of me, white-knuckling it. “...shely, you will submit to me. Why do you choose to fight this, to fight me?” Its words reverberating in my head. “You are wasting your energy trying to fight the inevitable pleasure that you know you need.”As if to emphasize its point a wave of pleasure emanated from my pussy. My head was becoming foggy around with arousal and lust. My logical. ” She said putting a hand on my shoulder. “Like I said, everything should be in there.” She turned and walked out of the back yard and into the front leaving me standing there in her backyard. It needed a good mow that’s for sure, the grass looked like it hadn’t been mowed in months. Come to think of it ever since her husbands funeral I’ve only seen lawn crews take care of her front lawn and nothing else.I shook off the feeling of pure shittyness and walked over to the shed, upon opening it. She asked me to put one leg on the barre. Helen immediately crouched under me and began to kiss my legs all the way up to my thighs and my asscheeks. With the top of her head touching my tutu, she opened my asscheeks with her fingers and began to lick my hole. It felt heavenly when her tongue penetrated my puckered hole. Her tongue went deeper than during our first meeting. After a few minutes, we simply traded places and I kissed her long legs all the way up to her lovely narrow muscular ass.. It's hard to do more than braid it sometimes so I need it a little shorter, like to the middle of my back or something. It won't be easier but at least I might be able to do more myself. Plus it will probably look healthier if I cut it." Oh, okay. What else do you want to do?" I don't know maybe add some more highlights, maybe feather it in front so it frames my face, that would look cute, wouldn't it?" Yea" See, you're a lot of help." I know." Well, I suppose I should get to bed, I have work.