Juices coat my fingers and face. I don't stop. I continue to stimulate you letting your orgasms crash together. Letting pleasure roll through you til... your are shrieking and begging me to stop. Yet your hands never leave the pillows. Good girl.I pull my face away from you. Your cunt and clit are red and swollen your already tight fanny now even tighter. Juices run freely from you, coating your bottom and forming a puddle on the bed.I rise up, my hard aching cock leaking its own fluids. With. Jim, still cursing under his breath, in spite of himself, now sported about seven inches of hard meat as Amy continued her expert oral manipulations."You can stop anything by using your safeword." I told her, staying behind her so Jim could watch as my hand slid under her thong and played between her legs. "But think twice about that."I withdrew my hand to show her boyfriend the moisture running down my middle finger. "This could be you, Jimmy boy. This little bitch is hotter than a two-dollar. I am surprised to see tea, tea with milk, I asked - she already had milk?She said - no.I said - the tea?She Just Got Milk.I insisted I could not understand and began to ask her to bid - if you say no?I: No law, you do so.She: Oh I'm a woman, I always have milk.Me: do you mean?sister: a woman feeds her baby where?I: law you are breast-fed me, I will not drink.She: Why do not taste good? So let's say your brother is very sweet. And I have made so many times the milk tea.I understand what I say I. When I finished peeing, I didn't get up so fast. I just sat there and spread my pussy lips, watching my little man in the boat stand up. I gave him a little rub to get him started; that would hopefully assure that the bitch would make me cum. When I got up, I looked over my body in the mirror again, thinking that it was trim enough to get me another job, one where I would have to put out only once in a while instead of nearly every day. I'm a damn good housekeeper and there are a lot of rich.