Finally I slid my tongue between her lips and moved up stopping just short of her hard little clit. She was going crazy. Her pussy was swollen open an... wetter than I seen it. I moved my tongue up and down always stopping just short. I put my hands under her muscular ass and teased the opening of her tight little hole. I picked her up higher and reamed her puckered little ass hole. She tensed up and then relaxed. Finally I flicked her clit with my tongue. She let out a scream and locked my head. I think you will find that Miss Voutrakis has made excellent progress."I felt well able to make this assertion having viewed her progress on the Orrery in a session only the evening before. It was a fascinating spectacle that I can only compare to one other I have seen. I have once watched the Bore Riders. On the River Severn in the west of England when the tide surges into the mouth of the river and causes a breaking wave to run inland, those of a sporting disposition chance their luck in. I got up early and started to make some bacon and eggs. Coffee was not on the menu. Didn't want to take any chances on being jumpy at the airport. Also, I didn't want Arti to have to make any side trips to the Ladies' Room. Coffee always turned on her internal water works, it seemed. We'd have enough problems with the Mexican kidnappers of the girls, and the 5225 kidnappers of me.The plan was to get to the airport by about 0930 in full DEA regalia, look around, accidentally-on-purpose wind up. She was dark skinned and beautiful. Toned body, black hair, thick lips. She came in the room and we kissed. We sat for a minute drinking wine and smoking a joint. I kissed her big glossed lips. It tasted good. My heart was beating in my chest. She asks if I want that massage, so I turn over. After a minute I decide that this is enough, I know I don't really want a massage and she doesn't really want to give me one. I kiss her strongly and we start to make out. Her hand goes instantly to my.