I love his taste and his smell. I moaned, overcome by my lust for my Master. He led me out of the examining room. As soon as we stepped through the th...eshold, as small coterie of nurses and staff scattered and tried to look busy. The women peeked at me over their tablets and looked at Master longingly. I dipped my head and even though Master was walking in front of me, he said, without turning around, “raise your head, slut. These women deserve your respect.” “Yes, Master,” I said. A woman we. A bump of hood housed the tiny pearl of her clitoris. The occasional slurp as she sucked the head and jerked off the spit wet shaft. She's nuts if she thinks I'm gonna lick her pussy, I mean who's paying who? She did a harmonica style pass of her mouth up one side, then the other. Then back into the mouth. She wiggled her hips, beckoning me to engage orally. She kept on sucking, but I came only a little while ago. I was gonna last. I wanted to at least touch her some more, but wet pussy is like. Louise and I always had a little spark between us. When he found ourselves alone in the office, talk would inevitably get flirty or even a little racy, and shed get this glint in her eye where you knew that she enjoyed the mischief. The fact that both she and I were married meant that our secret little chats never went beyond that, no matter how much we enjoyed them. She was a girl who looked after herself very well, so that even after her first child she still looked amazing. A slim, skinny,. For a while we slid her back and forth between us like a spit roasted animal. She gurgled and squealed the whole time. We did not relent until Steve felt warm liquid running out of her crotch and down her legs. "Dude, she can't breathe. She's pissing herself."Finally I pulled out, leaving her gasping for air. When she caught her breath she resumed her defiant look. "Stupid fucker!" she shouted at me. I smiled down at her messy face. Mucus was dripping out of her nose and what little makeup she.