‘Grab your bags then. I have jet waiting and Isabella is on her way to escort you.’ With a quick click of the receiver, I was left standing at the...desk, phone in hand staring back at the photo of Isabella. I loved how they called their little homestead, ‘The Cordova Keys’. To be honest, homestead is a far reach for words. James Cordova was a billionaire who earned his fortune in a joint venture with his brother Javier, a venture which had remained a mystery beyond that. For all I knew, it could. I was left standing in my black thigh high stockings and my knickers. I wondered what he would want to do now, I didn't really fancy being spanked in a stairwell though who knows, once he started I may well have enjoyed it. His right hand squeezed and moulded the cheeks of my ass. He seemed to like that as well. His left hand moved to the nape of my neck and turned me round again. We stood close, I was afraid he would slap my breasts again and was trembling slightly. He reached out, but this. . ahhh… “As I was kissing her pussy. I pushed my tongue into her pussy fully and I started licking inside her pussy up and down. I alternated between tongue fucking her and lapping her juices with my tongue and moving my tongue in circles inside her pussy. She blew herself again and she moaned out louder… she said “ahhhhhh… haaaaaaa… ahhmmm… amma.. em chestunnav ra. (ahhh.. you’re doing good.)” Her moaning was loud and it was like music to my ears… I cleaned and licked the extra juices off her. My flat tummy might have helped too, but a swimmer? Nah. I wasn't quite so industrious in my hobbies.This particular park was my favorite of the dozen or so scattered throughout and around the city. I liked it because it wasn't overly crowded, for one thing. There weren't a lot of college guys dragging coolers behind them and trying to hit attractive girls with their Frisbees as an excuse to introduce themselves. There were few children as well, which I appreciated, and none today that I could.