Boris knew better. When the Boss brought in women, Boris usually settled for sloppy seconds, because his thick length was difficult for a woman to tak... in unprepared. Leticia's two slim fingers wouldn't prepare her fully for something with more normal girth, never mind HIS cudgel -- but then, he wanted her to know he'd been there, anyway. "Make it very wet!" he admonished.Leticia made every effort to soak it with saliva, but she wasn't exactly practiced. Boris extracted himself from her mouth. " Are you sure?"I leaned back, looking at her strangely. However, I answered with whatI felt would make her feel better. "Yes, you bet I would. In asecond."Her smile got wide. "Oh, thank you Scott! I just knew you'd say yes!I knew it all along!" She leaned forward to hug me, and I subtly drankin the smell of her flowery perfume. She whispered in my ear, "Don'tfreak out when you wake up tomorrow. I'll be there first thing to talkto you." What?" I looked up, but she was already halfway. Yes… I feel great…. He is now kissing my hardening cock, which I am SO enjoying…. His kisses keep getting wetter and wetter…. I’m getting harder and harder. No hands, just beautiful, soft kisses. He gets his tongue underneath my cock and kind of flipped it up into his mouth. My tip is in his mouth…. PURE BLISS! He worked my cock so expertly, it was better than any girl that I’ve ever been with. He was MAKING LOVE to my tip with his mouth while his hands caressed my balls so gently and sweetly.. It was so nice to be penetrated like that with my bare ass presenting itself in such a fashion: Inviting, almost begging for attention. And the thought of being a naughty little whore getting her deserved punishment was something that fantasies were made of. Too bad I couldn't be wearing one of those slut-suit French maid get-ups that seemed to dominate the catalog. After all, a promiscuous girl like me deserves to be dressed up appropriately in something that matches her attitude!My body,.