Your tongue licked the beer from my sensitive breasts as your hands moved underneath my dress and grabbed my asscheeks, pushing me down harder onto yo...r lap so that I was grinding against your sturdy erection.At that point, it seemed as if your cock couldn't get much stiffer, and I wondered how you could still be comfortable with your jeans on. I considered taking them off you, but decided to leave then on for the time being because your tongue was still working my nipples, making then tingle. I began to lick Masters dirty shoe while he sat relaxing and just turned the TV on ignoring me completely, occasionally he would move his foot slightly so I had to try and wriggle closer to his foot to carry on cleaning the shoe. I carried on licking the shoe for nearly half an hour, my tongue was raw and all I could taste was the dog shit, Master didn’t care he wanted his shoes clean and I was there to do it.He was obviously in a good mood as occasionally he bent down and let a massive. ' I felt a slow chill roll down my spine, the little hairs on my neck began to raise and tingle. I chuckled nervously, all the while, Zoots never took his eyes from my face. Slowly I began to type, just words, nothing inspiring. After a minute I had stopped and allowed myself to peruse through what I had just written. *** The huge city park loomed before me, its ivy covered gates welcoming weary citizens in an embrace of foliage and flowers. I smiled, walking past the old gentlemen. What she lacked in experience and technique she made up for in enthusiasm, sliding across to sit on my lap as she hesitantly broke contact. Her eyes were those of a deer trapped in headlights, trying to decide if she should stay or run. Evidently the latter option won out and she kissed me again, holding my head between her hands. I responded by putting my right hand around to the small of her back to keep her steady while my left hand made it’s way up and down the soft silk of her blouse, then.