And for the next ten minutes or so, I went down on Zoey, licking her pussy sensuously, and tonguing her clit. I let my finger probe inside her, feelin... for her sensitive g-sport. I was gentle at first, just teasing her pussy. Then when it seemed like she could handle more, I upped the intensity. Zoey's moans and cries got louder. I sensed that she was getting close. In my own excitement, I had to remind myself not to push her too hard too fast. And then she came. Her thighs squeezed tight. She felt that she had entered an Hieronymous Bosch painting, seeing how lifelike and seamless the masks were. In the distance she saw Natalie, sitting as she had been in her vision. She was resting on her buttocks, and her legs were stretched out. A mocha colored man wearing a horse head mask had his balls in her mouth, which she was sucking with languid strokes. She walked towards them, speeding up her pace in an effort to distract herself from her rapidly building lust.Natalie took the horse. She grabbed her bag and walked past her silent employer not quite meeting either of his eyes."Goodnight then Debbie." He said quietly.She pulled the shop door too after her and heaved a sigh of relief. She knew that she was on borrowed time with her employer, that sooner or later he would try it one with her.Debbie shrugged her shoulders in a philosophical way, oh well she would just have to deal with that when it happened.She worked through the week and managed again to avoid any. She responded by drawing up her feet to spread her thighs.With my finger I traced the shape of her mons as defined by her pubic patch and stroking her labia. Then I slipped my finger into her slit and drew it up and over her clit.Helen’s belly and legs jerked. “You okay?” I asked.“I guess I’m a little tender there from last night. You were stroking me pretty hard.”“I’m sorry if it was too hard. If something’s not right, tell me.”“Oh, Eric -- it was right. It was just right and just what I.