Then she began to miss my attention. She tried smiling at me and trying to draw my attention. I never saw that! I thought her looks at me were an atte...mpt at humiliation. But she simply missed my adoration of her.Finally, one day we met in the hall. I saw her coming, and immediately dropped my gaze to the floor and tried to step around her. Our hall was about 4 feet wide and 20 feet long. As I stepped to the side, she stepped in front of me. I stopped, and stepped to the other side. She again. ” Bob counted out the sex acts I’d performed by extending two fingers and a thumb from his hairy fist. “You were having sex with that fuck-nut while he was literally leading me a merry dance around the block in that bloody car.” “It’s good for business,” I reasoned, shrugging my shoulders and squashing my boobs together. Bob noticed my cleavage, just as I’d intended. His anger derailed but the passion from it fuelled other emotions. “Are your services limited to the customers?” “No, of. She had other ideas and started voicing things like, "Okay, I'm ready for you." So at this point I started trying to stall until she got me to that point of no return. I said, "I'm loving eating this gorgeous pussy, please let me do this for a little while longer." Still more urging me to stick it in. So then I said, "Okay, I just want to get a little stiffer from this awesome blow job so I can make sure it goes in perfectly." (Meanwhile I have a 100% erection.) Somewhat dubious she said, "I. “And who is this Stacy tramp?” she demanded to know.“Like I said just a girl I met the other night. I really don’t know her Aunt Laura.”That seemed to placate her a bit and the next thing I knew she had crouched in front of me and was rubbing my crotch with one hand while the other was unfastening my pants. With a triumphant squeal she succeeded in pulling them down and freeing my semi-erect cock. She placed her face right next to it and began to lick along the side of it. Aunt Laura ran her.