He knew what she wanted but he wasn't going to give it to her that easily. Using the thumb of his right hand he pulled her panties down to her knees a...d began to feast on her pussy. She didn't know what he did to make her feel like this but the feeling rushing through her body caused her to do nothing but moan in pleasure and arch her hips back and forth across his tongue. She knew that she would cum if he didn't stop and tried to wrestle her way from underneath him failing miserably. There. "How?" She asked fear creeping into her voice. Truthfully Erica did not know which she explained watching as misery consumed Annabelle's eyes, "will I survive it?" Erica frowned dismally looking towards the stairs knowing Anthony would be irritated by her taking so long, " I don't know, but you better eat up. You might not get another chance to do so tonight," she warned before fleeing from the room feeling sick to her stomach.Annabelle stared at the empty door for a moment, before slumping. No. No. They just want you to emcee one of the shows they put on." So they want me to parade around in a dress with a microphone," I askedfor clarification. "No, nothing like that. They want you to walk around a stage in a bikini,heels and racing gloves."What?" I shouted."The casino and the team only agreed to hire you if you do this. It'sreally easy. You preen on the stage, flirt with some guys in the audienceand playfully make fun of them. You know how to be alluring, Ms. Best.I've seen your. As he changed breast he reached underneath me unfastening my bra and throwing it somewhere behind him. His lips still teased my chest but I could now feel his fingers making small circles up my thighs slowly working their way beneath my skirt. An electric shudder racked my body as his finger touched my still panty covered downstairs. He rubbed up and down then hooking it aside his fingers delved in to my warm depths. Just then he stood divesting him self of his beige shirt and khaki trousers.