Helen's tongue worked its magic on the underside of my cock head as her lips suctioned along my shaft. On and on she continued to slow and play with m... cock, she even managed to get her hand beneath me to Massage my balls. The combination of her sucking and playing with my balls soon had the tell-tale tingle warning me of my impending ejaculation. Sister Helen only just managed to get my cock out of her mouth in time for some of the eruption to actually land in the specimen pot but there was. I gently slid them off and watched as he gently lifted and arched his ass off the table. He wanted it, bad!I held his firm ass cheeks, one in each hand and gently spread them apart, exposing his tight little hole. I wanted to taste him and I moaned when my tongue felt the soft little ridges and flaps of skin that led down to his little brown opening. He arched his back at the touch of my tongue and I buried my face between his cheeks. I hungrily licked and probed his hot,little hole, his taste. ’ ‘It is not all adventure and it can be very hard. We work hard and you must do without many things that are considered luxuries. What can you do?’ The last question took you by surprise and you started sobbing and I found you within my arms and I brushed away your tears. I led you to the big top now deserted and dark and lit a lamp in the dressing room. Seating you I found a figure-hugging leopard skin that would reveal your marvellous body with it I lay two black silk stockings and green. They ate in a surprisingly comfortable silence for a while.When he finished, Bob sat back and just looked at her."I'm sorry," he said."What for?" she mumbled around a bite of quiche."You deserved better than this," he said softly."This is wonderful!" she said, stuffing another forkful in her mouth."OK, be that way," he said.It was another two minutes of silence before she said: "Thank you." I ate too much," groaned Julie, leaning back in her chair."I agree," said Bob. "But I have to admit, that.