His tongue kept going up my thigh, the higher he licked the better it felt. All of a sudden, I wanted to feel him lick my gash, I wanted to feel his t...ngue on my gash, on my hole and most of all, I wanted to feel his tongue on that little button that made me feel so great. When his tongue finely reached my gash my body was starting to shake again. When his tongue started to go inside my hole, I felt like my head was spinning. I could feel his tongue up inside, up inside my hole. I mean it was. I could hear him walking around, and when he stopped at my bed he finally spoke.“Rob, I know you’re awake. Just listen, I’m going out of town for a few days. I got business in Arizona and it will take the rest of the week. Jess and Courtney will be here to help you around the house”. And with that he left. I didn’t even get a chance to say bye, though he seemed in a rush. After about fifteen minutes, I pulled my dick out again. Though flaccid, it wouldn’t take much to get it going. That’s when. Her gorgeous face was framed by impossibly long, curly, thick black hair that fell to the middle of her back and that she frequently wore in a ponytail. Her skin was flawless; smooth, supple, soft and golden brown from many days toiling out in the hot Mexican sun. Her body was sculpted as if from the hands of Michael Angelo himself, firm and toned.A point of contention with her, and which also caused her a great deal of anguish and embarrassment were her breasts. As she had a petite frame, and. .no, she mustn't! Oh, but she needed it so badly, he had tortured her then left without letting her come... But he would know, oh god, he would know, she was sure of it! But it was too late; she could feel the orgasm racing up her spine... NO!She flung the clothes away from her face, half of them falling onto the machine and the rest falling back into the basket. She clenched her hands into fists, digging the nails into her palms until they bled, falling to her knees again, gasping as she.