I couldn't help but think this sweet sounding broad would make good money on the night time phone job I was working because her pipes had my pussy flu...tering and I am not even like that at all. Well, I mean, not deep inside. I had eaten a lot of pussy in my professional career but I seldom went looking for it because I loved cock too much.I guess what I really liked about it was hearing another female whimpering and groaning when I was giving it to her good with my tongue. It was almost like. .. just read me that bit on the screen?”“It’s timed out, George. You need to put your password in.”“Bubbles, Ollie. You do it.”“I don’t know your password.”“Oh.” She blushed yet again. “It’s ollierocks.”“No.”“Yeah. One word. Lower case.”“You are lovely, you know that, right? o-l-l-i-e-r-o-c-k-s. Okay, I’m ... Oh.”“Hmmm?”“What have you been reading?”“Told you.”“You, dearest Georgia, have a dirty mind.”“Well, you knew that.”“Yeah, but now I have proof. Hell, I can go to the media.”“And tell them. . she likes to be whipped... okay I see you in forty five minutes, bring me back some bottled water too.”She hung up and eyed Danielle ruefully.“You see what I have to put up with? The fat English woman wants me to dress like a schoolgirl and spank her ass, again.”She tossed the phone onto the bed, “she is a schoolteacher who comes here every school holiday. She is a bad woman but pays double for the pleasure, so I can stay here one hour and not lose money, perhaps the Virgin Mary she will. Finally, this should be enough. Now you will pleasure me, Miss. At least... I hope you will.The grip on my braid relaxes, your ragged breathing slowly subsides. Pulling my face away, strands of your arousal connect me to your dripping sex. I look into your eyes waiting like an eager puppy, hoping you throw me a bone.“You’re such a good little fucktoy. Don’t worry, I’ll give you your treat.” You rebutton your jeans while gently stroking my hair.Toilets flush. Footsteps pass by. Sinks splash.