“I’m giving you this as a gift” I explained, “and you’ll take it with you, however, there are rules”. She looked attentively at me through... her beautiful blue eyes waiting for further instruction. “I will text you from time to time with the word ‘clit’. At that point, I want you to stop what you are doing, no matter where you are and find somewhere to satisfy yourself with this and I want a picture of you doing it.” I grinned, but it was her wide eyed amazed smile that shocked me the most. She. “I really didn’t expect these, I just had the urge to try you on.” “Try me on?” Mimi gaped, a little startled. In her understanding of Kiwi idiom, that meant only one thing. “Oh, sorry. You’re foreign, aren’t you?” “Oui, I am French.” “A lovely country and very interesting people from what I’ve seen on the big screen. What I was meaning is I had the urge to be cheeky. Dunno why – I guess you look kind of cute.” “Me cute?” Mimi said, unable to avoid looking pleased and displaying a slight blush,. For the last few years, I have found myself serving in the capacity of what we call ‘Pleasure Facilitator.’ Feel free to read into that whatever you desire. It began three years ago. I had just graduated college and was not working full-time for the hotel, usually double-shifts where I would work housekeeping in the morning and afternoon, and work the desk in the evenings. One such evening, one of our guests, Mr. Jones, approached me with a very unique request. He told me that he was going to. It wasn’t long before her hands were grabbing my head, pressing my mouth firmly against her sex. There was no need for her to do so, as there was no way I was going to leave my spot before she was begging me to, but it was nice to know she liked what I was doing. The art of eating pussy is something I learned to perfect over the years, and I prided myself on the fact that I could make my wife cum every time. My daughter wasn’t much different from her mother, they both had their own little.