“Don’t call me that” I said under my breath“What did you say?”. I looked up to see his face almost red with rage. Now I’m really fucking p...issed off.“I said don’t call me that”“I’ll damn well call you...”. He stopped as I slowly stood up.“Don’t. Call. Me. That” I said slowly. “Don’t you fucking dare call me missy”“I’ll do whatever...”. The words coming out of his mouth tailed off as I started to walk around the table towards him. I was fucking furious that this jumped up little man could have. She moans in ecstasy when she is face fucked. I wish I had a huge dick to make her choke on.As I played with her cunt, she paused to talk dirty to me, telling me how much she loved my dick in her mouth and how she enjoyed pleasing her customer. After a while, I gave her mouth a break and re-positioned so that I was straddling her thigh. This allowed me a better angle to rub her cunt, while she began to stroke me with her hand. We use plenty of body oil in sessions like this. She loves it when I. . It was a joke really, we were just mucking about. It was nothing. Her parents came home unexpectedly and...well...nothing more happened. Not that it was going to...' Well what are the chances? I was thinking. It was like Lucy had picked it up on her sex-radar back at the pool... Just the merest hint of bi-curiosity. You'll believe me when I say I have never eavesdropped on a more thrilling conversation.'That's a shame,' said Lucy. 'It can open up all kinds of possibilities.' I could sense the. And I was responding. I grew and got way too big for one of her hands to hold. It also got harder for her to move around, so she started pumping it with both hands. I thought that was as good as it got until she slid one of her hands inside my fly and started moving my balls around in her hand. At first I pulled back a bit, afraid she was going to hurt me. She must have known what she was doing though, because it did anything but hurt. It wasn't long before I was spurting all over the bushes..