”“Yes.”“Loucks isn’t a Russian name, is it?”“No. My dad is of Dutch ancestry. My mom is Russian.”“Mike, I need to get going or I’m... going to miss my bus,” Nancy said.“Shall I carry your books and walk you to the bus stop?” I asked.“Where DID you find this young man?” Mrs. Landers asked with a laugh. “And does he have a cousin or uncle about twenty years older?”“Come on,” Nancy urged. “Grab my books off the counter and I can show you off to the other girls in the neighborhood and make them. I used my abdominal muscles to squeeze every drop of cum from my husband’s still-spurting dick as we slid down the mountain of lust. And when he was finally finished, he slid his cock from my hole, knelt down behind me and sucked every bit of his cum out of my pussy, lapping it up like a cat, then licking up my cunt and around my clit. That triggered a small mini-orgasm, like an aftershock, and I trembled from its effect. Then I swiveled around and we sat back down in the bath, our chests. But lately, Susan had become more "professional" and technically accomplished as well, no doubt due to the advice Suzanne and Xania had given her.He recognized her current move as something she liked to call "The Pole Dance." She enjoyed cocksucking so much that she gave creative names to just about every little technique she knew, and she loved to refer to them by name in her mind as she did them. In this one, she had his entire knob in her mouth and slumped up and down on it in corkscrew. "I'm sure there will be some people there that will recognize you right away. After all, you are quite famous in the community." I thought about it for a second and agreed. It may be a good thing for me to start to circulate, and who knows, now that Mistress Betty didn't want me anymore, maybe I could meet another Domme to train me to serve her. The rest of the week went by very quickly, and Mistress Nancy promisedto be at my hotel room early to bring me an outfit and do my makeup. Ididn't need.