Your other hand cups my mound and you note that there's an extreme amount of heat emanating from between my legs."Your pussy wants me, doesn't it?" yo...u hiss in my ear. "Oh most definitely!" I reply, breathlessly. You continue your kneading and feel the heat from my pussy radiating through the denim, and you know that it is no doubt dripping wet. "What time do I have you until?" you ask. "I need to be in the car line at the k**s' school by 2:00", I reply."Then we better get going, I want to make. Thank you ... Jesus,” she whispered.“What, Mom?” Roy cocked his head at her.“You’re all ... sweaty, darling.” Amanda tried to clear her head. The shower yesterday had gotten her back to her level-headed self. She’d do that again. “In the shower you go.”“Okay.” Roy turned and raced upstairs. He stepped into the pink washroom and pulled of his pants, socks, and underwear. He had no intention of getting in the shower, but the washroom offered privacy, close quarters, and a chance to get her out of. Then I was sent back to the company offices where I was given a battery of tests that took almost three hours to complete and then I was sent out to sit in the lobby and wait for the interviewer to summon me. Finally at three in the afternoon I was told to report to Mr. Simpson in room 103 for the formal interview. Simpson introduced himself and then got right to the point."You are probably asking yourself why the physical and all the testing before we even talked to you. The answer is that we. I nibble and lick at your clitoris as you push two fingers in and out of your pussy. ‘Like the close up show of me masturbating?’ you ask me. I tell you not to stop masturbating and carry on stimulating your clitoris. All the time telling you that your pussy tastes beautiful. Your breathing gets heavier as you build up to an orgasm. ‘Lick my clit faster.’ you say. All of a sudden you stop masturbating as an orgasm rips through your body flooding my mouth with your sweet juices. I lie there.