Miss Kamiko slapped him hard across the face and kicked him hard in the balls.He responded with a, “Thank you, Mistress!”“Kiss our feet, bitch,�...� Miss Kamiko commanded the man.He crawled over and kissed the toes of Miss Kamiko and then crawled to me and gave a lingering kiss on my black, open-toed pumps.Miss Kamiko let her long flowing dress fall to the ground, revealing her perfect body. She had pert round breasts, flat stomach, and a teardrop ass. She spread her legs a bit, and I couldn’t help. Like the pizza, they had been all but forgotten.“Lisa, we’re going home now. You should probably go with us.” Peg and Cindy were standing. They could see Bill’s left hand on Lisa’s inner thigh. The ends of his fingers were almost under her skirt. They couldn’t see that Bill’s right hand was gently squeezing one of her cantaloupe-sized breasts, although as drunk as she was, Lisa probably wouldn’t have cared if they could.Bill’s caress became a grab as if to tell her she couldn’t leave. Lisa. He released her gag, thinking to let the poor cow breath, she spat it out and shaking her head it fell from her face in a soggy ball… she was gratefully stretching her jaw as he hammered himself home deep into her warm wet tunnel. She began to moan, not now in pain or distress but a sensual, grateful moan of contentment and perhaps a little pinch of enjoyment. Such was his assault the table began jerking steadily away from him across the cold hard-tiled floor, with every thrust moving an inch. I knew he had probably gone over the thing with a fine-tooth comb and if he spotted anything over the line he would have already talked it over with my Uncle. I couldn’t tell from their poker faces if they loved it or hated it for reasons of their own.I had Julie sitting next to me ready to make corrections to the rough draft in front of me.“Well, Mike, me lad, this is a real onion of a report. There are so many layers it took us awhile to get down to the core of thing and I thing we can both.