As I smeared lotion around her upper and inner thighs, I started at her yellow gusset. She must have known I could see it, but I certainly wasn’t co...mplaining. I could clearly make out the shape of her pussy underneath, the material was pulled taut, she had quite a camel toe going on. “Fancy a massage?” I blurted out from nowhere. “Sure, okay,” she replied. I straddled her, basing myself just below her buttocks. As I ran my hands from her lower to upper back I would ‘accidentally’ brush my. "Ah fuck it, for real? Yeah, yeah, hang on - Jesus." Bang bang, the door went again. I flung the door back. "Jesus, ALRIGHT! Lisa?" I stood aghast, it was my pal Lisa from facebook. How to explain Lisa? Its tough, she is somewhat a force of nature. Lisa sings for a metal outfit called Death's Hand and, when in character, she goes by the stage name of Blonde Witch of the North. As her name suggests, she rocks platinum blonde hair. Long and dead straight. She struts the stage in a shining,. She jumped, startled when she felt a hot, rubbery piece of flesh pushed up against her pussy, knowing that Father John had taken his penis out and was rubbing it up and down her slit. The giant head pushed aside her lips, sliding effortlessly up and down her damp slit, so embarrassed, certain that Father John believed that she was willingly participating in her own debasement. She felt his hand guiding it, moving it around her vagina, the flesh huge. It would never fit!"Yes, it is big," Father. I rubbed myself against his hard, muscled body. I felt so small, so soft, so submissive. I could smell his dark, dusky scent tinged with just the slightest trace of male sweat. It was like an aphrodisiac. Beneath the palm of my soft hand, I felt his huge, familiar penis throbbing inside his loose pants."Oh god," I said, breathlessly, when Damon broke off the kiss. "You aren't really going to sell my mouth to the mailroom, are you?" Twenty-five bucks a pop," he said."Oh god," I gasped.Damon was.