When the last drop emerged, Contessa circled the tip of my now softening cock with her tongue and sucked in the remainder that dripped out. For a mome...nt, I actually felt like I was in a porn movie with her since she sucked my cock's head with precision she had learned from her career path. Contessa then lay softly on her bed, her naked body so beautifully glowing from the moment of spending herself from an intense orgasm. She smiled and said as she patted the side of the mattress beside her,. .. that's what tells me it's worth reading. Its smell and its feel. Good books seem to last longer.I have fleeting memories of past occupations ... the Assistant Director Second Chance Unit of the Bureau of Reclamation, a branch of Nine Lives Institute, told me this was number nine ... no more chances.Evidently, in one of my former lives I was an archaeologist and spent an entire year transferring Native American (Indian) artifacts from acid based cardboard boxes and acid based paper bag. Movement on the corner ahead of the van. I brought my gun up and focused my sights on the man running down the street towards us. I could see a handgun in his left hand, the sound of a motor behind him. Headlights bounced off the asphalt and lit his back up, making him into a silhouette in my vision. I leaned back in the doorway and closed the door enough to appear shut from the street while driving by. He spun around and began firing into the oncoming vehicle. He was shaking so badly I could. When he began to dribble, Mary gathered up the last fitful ooze on her tongue with a deeply satisfied moan. She patted his leg and said, “Well done, my little lamb. Go wash up. You’ve earned a special reward.”“T-thank you...” He had to pause to suck in a deep breath. “Mistress Mary.”Though his arms were trembling, he pushed himself toward the edge of the bed, trying to prevent the cum spattered all over him from staining the sheets any more than the eruptions already had. Once there, he slid.