"Well, here you go. You seem to be fixated on these so look." Connie said as she lifted her top giving me a clear view of her luscious boobs. Over the...next couple of weeks I was busted checking Connie out several more times. I was thinking that I would be asked not to come back. But I really could not help it. Then one day Connie and I were in the kitchen and she was fixing me lunch, something she did on a regular basis. And again she was bra less wearing a tight tank top that did little to. Then he opened his dress pants and boxers to reveal his beautiful, throbbing, 8 inch member. My favorite thing about it was (and still is) how veiny the shaft was and how large the head was in proportion to the rest of the penis. The head had a perfect mushroom shape and turned purple from the rush of blood. I fought against the restraints and arched my back. I waited to feel him deep within my pussy. He didnt disapoint me. With his pants pulled down and his suit and coat top still on he came. Sheryl let out a soft moan as she felt his breath on her pussy even with her panties still in place. They weren’t there long as Mike removed them to stare at her smooth, clean shaven pussy. It looked so inviting and was already leaking fluid out of it. Mike started to lick around her pussy, never actually licking it. He avoided it and nibbled on her inner thighs, and her mound above her slit and even below between her pussy and asshole. This was driving Sheryl crazy and she was moaning. No rings she donned, “I’m a free woman” her song, As she crossed her long shapely legs, And looked at me impishly one table away, I safely went back to my book and read. I felt young eyes staring at me, With self proclaimed liberty, The phantom raising a glass of wine, To make a toast only it can find, So her eyes burned in me. Like an itch you can not scratch, At least not publicly, Not wishing to look but wanted to see, Her youthful beauty staring at me. The phantom was giggling with glee. .