Look how beautiful you are. A banquet spread out just for me.” And then you slide your hands up my thighs, spread my lips and thrust your tongue in ...y pussy. I lurch up crying out. You respond by tightening your hold on me. Spearing your tongue in my hole you begin lapping up my juices. You run your tongue up my slit to torture my distended clit. You flatten your tongue and push my nub down only to then use your teeth to nip and pull it out. Suckling strongly, hands holding me down, my hands. That cracked Rita up.“You know you have terrible taste, Harold Fricke. You can’t even be trusted to pick out your own underwear.”Rita took Tommy to the big J C Penney store in the Brownwood Mall that very afternoon. They came away with a very nice traditional cut, dark gray suit, along with a white shirt and burgundy paisley tie. Of course, Tommy then needed something to go on his feet that matched the suit. He was happy as hell when Rita agreed with his choice of a pair of black ‘Dan Post’. I rush into the last stall, the one furthest from the door and hurriedly lift my skirt before dragging my wet cotton panties down my long stocking-clad legs.Traditional six-strap suspenders with metal clasps hold up my sheer black Wolford stockings.I must be down to seconds now but, careful not to let them touch the floor, I slip my black cotton panties over my heels and without pause wad them up before stuffing them into my mouth.They are soaked with my cum and probably a little sweat and pee. I didn't see Jess after we gotto the salon.That evening I was dressed in exercise gear and on the treadmill whenVictoria phoned me. "Hi darling what are you up to?"I stopped exercising and sat down. "I was getting some exercise." What on earth, you exercising?" Yes I thought it would be a good idea. I have also been practisingwith the boots. How are you?" I'm good, work is going well. Gina and I are having long talks a fewlaughs and sorting out the world. What about you, how was dinner.