I used my fingertips to lightly massage her breasts, feel her nipples get even more taunt and just generally tease her body. Working my way down her s...omach I bypassed her snatch and started to lightly massage her thighs. Slowly I started up and found her little honey pot waiting for me. I bent down and ran my tongue all around those swollen lips and then found her clit. I could smell a hint of strawberry so I could tell she had douched while I ran for the soda. She was starting to moan and I. “I’d really better get home.”“If you leave now, you can be in her driveway about the time she’s talking to Secretary.”Sherry laughed and headed to the door, carrying her purse and laptop. He stood at the window, watching her get into her car. She waved to him and he just nodded his head. She started her car and pointed it in the direction of home.She stepped in the house in time to hear her mother say, “I hate talking to that stupid robot. Why can’t they answer the phone like regular human. I put my face against her glistening labia and thrust my tongue as deeply into her hot pussy as I could, all the time keeping my other fingers in the cleft of her ass.LeeAnne was squirting her pussy juice all over my face, and it tasted almost sweet. I removed my fingers from her anal cleft and thrust them into her pussy, to get my fingers as wet as possible. At the same time, I directed my tongue to her magic button, flicking it back and forth across her clit.I withdrew my cum-covered fingers. With performances scheduled Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday again and finally Monday—every other day, regular as clockwork—our social outings were sharply reined in. We'd go out for a late dinner after each show, Marilyn usually accompanying us, but it was ordinarily a fairly short one and we were back in our suite by midnight or a little after. Days off mostly we didn't stir from the hotel, and Cam—I was falling into Marilyn's habit of foreshortening her name—pretty much avoided the crush of fans.