I’d love to pick your brain about how you keep it going.”“Uh, sure. Now?” Churchmouse sounded a bit poleaxed.Nick seemed to take pity on Churc...mouse and said, “I don’t want to ambush you the minute you guys walk in the door. If you’re willing, we can set aside a time to go through the details.”“Oh, yeah. Absolutely. I bought the place twelve years ago for a hundred seventy-two thousand dollars and started fixing it up. We had seven rooms available by the first year. I found seven cousins to. She is relentless, forceful, pushing my head into her, meeting each push with a thrust of her own, all the way down, before pulling nearly entirely out of me, giving me just enough time to catch my breath. She thrusts again and holds it, sending me to the edge, my mouth filled with her, nowhere to escape. I start to see stars as my air supply lingers, my pussy tingling, near release. She then withdraws quickly and I gasp for air, a thick drool dribbling down my chin, still connected to her. As she stood there she slowly lifted her skirt for me to see that she had no panties on placing my hand on her smooth little pussy. I asked if her street customers knew she was working here? She smiled just wait and see giggling all you have to do is teach me to operate the register and maybe do as you have in the past be my clean up pussy licker. Well what else could you ask for in a fellow employee? She learned to operate the register with no problems then pushed me down to pussy level. "Yeah. Sorry." It's cool. Brendan's been fun, but I don't want it getting heavy. You know, be a 'thing' when we get home," she said, shrugging."Have fun today?" I asked. I was packing, trying to act like I didn't care."It was okay. That Sistine Chapel was cool. Totally amazing how that guy painted it, like, upside down." I think he was on his back." Whatever," she said. She looked at me, thinking. "In case you're wondering, Russell looked bummed. Hardly talked all day. But he asked me about.