My cock was being pleasured by the steady foot stroking. Up and down went the weight and the foot, as if Yvonne was matching the pace.“How’s her f...ot feel?” Laura asked.“Great, Miss Laura.” It was more than great to be truthful.“You’re not gonna cum already are you?”“Feels good, Miss Laura,” I admitted. “Trying not to.”“Hold it, Sam,” she warned me. “You do not have permission. Got it?”“Got it, Miss Laura.”By this time, I had lost count of the reps. Yvonne’s foot was blissful pressure, but the. Flick. Flick. Flick."Ahhhh!" she cries out with my licks, her hips rising off the bed. I run my hands from behind her knees to her upper thighs, pushing her knees towards her chest. My real torture begins as I softly blow my warm breath on her puffing pussy. Whoooooooo."Oh, God!" she squeals, her pussy shivering.I never get tired of being called that name - God. My fingers, lips, and tongue are powerful indeed ... and heavenly it seems.My tongue slides down her wet lips to find her puckered. Well he tried to keep busy but he had to wait on her table when he came over and asked what was having she looked him in the eyes and ask where is your skirt and blouse you know you are not a man anymore. he asked her not to make a scene he needed this job she said i won't make any trouble but me and the girls put alot of time and effort into turning you into a sissy queer i see you have you boobs taped back so no one see them and do you still have the pussy that mistress made for you i said. He stirred for a second. His eyelids flickering. I squeezed the hand that was still pressing against my wanting lips. His eyes opened and he lay still. Through the dark, his head turned towards me, his limbs were still loose. He raised his other hand out of the covers. Letting my finger continue its path, I traced downwards over his stomach and spread my palm over his pubic hair. Malcolm came around from the sleep to the slow realisation that I was really there in his room, feeling his naked.