..but as he started to cum he pulled out and holding his thick shaft with one hand he wanked stream after stream of spunk onto her face and tits, some... landing in her open mouth but most running down her body in a hot sticky river. “Now don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that, I know your type, I bet you are a real spunk junky, fuckin’ love the stuff don’t you? Well, let’s see how wet that has got your cunt, I need to get you juiced up to take my cock” With that he knelt down and pulled her legs. She wore a white front buttoned blouse, a little low cut for conservative Egypt. Gaps between the buttons gave glimpses of her lovely white skin. She tied her hair back and put her bag on her belt, including her pistol for protection. Patty could never be convinced that wearing pants wasn't sinful and wore a lacy green dress and hat that flattered her red hair and pale complexion. She included her umbrella. Oddly, the servant's clothing was usually more expensive then her employer's which Jane. Her leotard always clung to her peachy ass perfectly. She wore her black hair in a braid that fell stiffly down her back. It didn’t move much at all, keeping it out of any danger of getting caught.The last girl was, sadly, my most hopeless student. Molly had all the enthusiasm for gymnastics, but she was also a tad clumsy. That was a bad trait to have for a gymnast. She was a redhead, her hair was cut short like my daughter’s, her green eyes bright. Her happy smile, igniting the dimples in her. If they won't leave us alone, I swear we'll give 'em a show on the bri ... ah. Here we go."He pressed his badge against a somewhat grubby door. It opened, and he pulled her into the dim space, lined with mesh bags hanging from the walls. There was a constant susurrus as the bags shifted ... No, there was a smell, that's what there was, above all else a smell.She covered her nose."What in the names of the Ten Suns... ?" Pissmops. Nobody ever comes into the pissmop bins."He inhaled deeply."I.