They certainly did a fine job dolling you up. I think the grunts who dressed you today wanted a turn with you, to be honest. But too bad for them! You...re my personal whore.”Scarlet pressed into his mouth more insistently, the tip of her cock plunging down into his throat with each thrust. Cloud muttered around her length pleasurably. His lips slurped loudly as phlegm and pre-cum began to build up in his packed mouth.“I saw how excited the flower whore was too! She was beaming when she saw you. .. did he... she got out of bed and found her robe on the back of the bathroom door. She put it one and went downstairs to get some coffee brewing but half way there she could smell the coffee and... what... bacon? She descended the final few steps and looked into the kitchen and there was John, cooking breakfast. "What? What are you doing?"He turned and smiled at her. "Well it was almost nine and I thought some breakfast might be in order." You... you're here? All night, uh, did we..." No. Barbara Jenson was just under twelve months older than I was and was one of the department's many clerks. Apparently, her heroine was Twiggy and she always tried to copy the famous model's latest fashion, usually with reasonable success. During the ride she was very tactile and very attentive. I didn't realise it at the time but she'd decided that I was good husband material and that I would be hers. The next few weeks were a blur. I was being led, happily if unwittingly, to the altar, in. ‘Oh, baby!!! Yes!!!!’ he moaned. ‘That’s it!!! That’s it!!!!’ She began to raise and lower her head, allowing her lips to drag up and down over his engorged shaft, feeling the ridges along the sides. She licked it and stroked it with her hand at the same time. Mark’s hips rose and fell on the car seat and he moaned his delight at what she was doing to him. She loved knowing that she could make him feel this good. ‘Oh, God!! Oh, God!!!’ Mark bawled, ‘That’s wild!!! Yeah!!! Suck me!!!!’ She.