I still seemed to get lots of admiringlooks and smiles from my male customers, though.Sunday lunches were very busy, since they all started together a...oundone o'clock. I still had to follow my mentor, Loren, around and do hermore menial tasks. She didn't really exploit me, though, and this timewas friendlier to me than Marie, who was obviously still hurt by myrejection of her advances last night. Loren explained that, with all themeals being simultaneous, it was harder to arrange our own. What, to him, sounded very English, meant something quite different in England (a penis). That caused some amusement after he introduced himself to her by saying, 'My name is Jonsson, Jonsson with two pricks'.She had replied, "Oh really? That's amazing, I don't want to miss that and have to see it" before both she and everybody around them got a good laugh.However, TP Jonsson is a nice guy and had spent the night together with his pretty English female colleague. But the next morning at. She tenses, ss she tried to stand up my hand held her firmly against the lid, firmly pinning her arms underneath her. There was nothing she could do. She attempted to struggle, the more she fought the harder I held her, not painfully just effectively pinning her to the washer. There really was nothing she could do.With my other hand I traced her spine, up and down, up and down. I feel her shiver from pleasure, I know where to touch her. I slid my hand down her back and squeezed her ass cheeks,. Tugging.. biting.. eating my pussy so fucking amazingly that I questioned every partner I've ever had & if they actually ate my pussy.. because this felt NOTHING like those times. It was an out of this world, mind blowing orgasm. After I let out a final "YESSS" moan & shuddered, he pulled back. I heard the *smack* of his mouth release from sucking my clit. He looked at me, and smiled. "You taste so good." He moaned."I bet you taste better.." I said.With a wink, I sat up and asked him to take a.