The purring grew louder and he smiled, if only to himself. The cat, an ancient if otherwise undistinguished gray tabby, was named Pyewacket, but the m...n out of habits old and dear called her Pye, and after consenting to be scratched for a few minutes she hopped up into the man’s lap. Back arched, claws extended gently, she leaned into the man as if to take the measure of his mood. ‘Well old girl,’ the man said in tired, Baltic tones, ‘it seems we will be having company soon.’ He looked at her,. I run my tongue up the backs of her stockings.....until I reach her bare thighs, I can feel her pushing her arse back toward me because she wants my tongue to enter her.Eventually my tongue touches her wetness. I run the tip of my tongue along the whole length of her very wet slit...from her anus to her clitoris and back again....very slowly. She is moaning softly now.After a short time I feel her shudder and cum all over my tongue. I can feel her hot wetness running down the inside of those. Her uniform added to her authority and charisma; she was outfitted in black boots, a fairly short and tight black skirt, a shirt in light brown or khaki, with a contrasting dark brown tie and uniform cap.The guard’s hands did not falter in their fondling of my breasts, whilst the blonde woman – her lover, I now understood – increased the tempo of her pussy-munching. Under the combined attentions of the two women (Oh, wonderful, how could I be so lucky! I thought), I soon recovered my nerve, and. She watched in horror as her hands took on a life of their own, overcoming her attempts to hold still. One hand pulled in to fondle and massage her firm little tits, exactly the way she sometimes imagined a lover handling them. The other went straight for her muffin, and began to rapidly diddle her clit, in precisely the way she knew would get her off the quickest. A strangled sob was her only reply when the girl went on to tell her she was doing fine, but it would be better if she could get up.