I just took the pillow from her bed and propped my butt up high enough so she could eat out my pussy. As I watched her eat me out I couldn’t help bu... compare her technique to my Dad’s. It was weird to think that my Dad was actually superior at this than an actual woman. But then again before their divorce, my mom did admit that she did have my Dad eat her pussy a lot. She told me that after one of the times she had Tim my dog mate with me and just before she ate my pussy out. I was close to my. I found the sight of two people in love and happy rather depressing. My recent love life had been disastrous in all respects.I was roused from this unsatisfactory reverie by a diffident cough from Lionel."Susan," he said, "Fancy a spot of lunch and a talk about all that? It's left me feeling rather odd. I'd like to talk about it."He grinned at me, suddenly looking as he must have done when he was young. "I noticed that you didn't miss much."I was startled and suddenly felt better. But Lionel. The cabbie drew up to a side entrance and punched a code into the machine stood there. The automatic arm rose up and the cab drove down and underneath the office block, revealing an expansive and very deserted underground car park. Navigating to a dark corner near the back, the cold, imposing concrete wall he parked the passenger side against effectively hid the sleek black cab from the outside world.Hannah took another deep breath as she heard the driver’s door slam, and held it as she watched. Then she would be put to work in myoffice for a couple of hours; she was an excellent worker and verydiligent.My semi-sadistic nature being what it is though, I would always find anexcuse to put her over my knee and spank her, a minor error of grammaron a letter, or mis-filing something somewhere, etc. And after a goodlong blow-job she would end up bent over my desk with her skirt andknickers round her ankles and my cock up her bottom.There were times when I was at home and both my local.