Then I stopped. I heard something. The shower was already running..why? I looked around his clothes lay, like a walkway, leading to the shower. He was... in there, running his hands through his moist and soapy hair, water running reluctantly off his smooth silky skin. His whole presence suggested tangled white bed sheets and hot erotic afternoons. It was part of his hold over me, the ability and skill to create a myth, approachable sexuality without ever having to talk or touch anyone. I was. She got up and said in a loud voice that she was going to make coffee for the guys. We both looked out and they were back at work with what ever they were suppose to be doing. I told Jan just wear your long tee shirt with nothing under it. It came down to her knees almost like a nighty. Jan went out on the deck and asked the guys if there wanted coffee and I would have bet the house that they would. They said they would be down in about five minutes. Jan set up coffee cups and cup cakes for the. Never have endured such sweet ecstasy, the young FBI agent blacked out, losing her consciousness into a thunderstorm of unimaginable pleasure. And when the redhead recovered her wits, she could not help but notice that the man's face was absolutely drenched with her juices. The perverted cult leader was observing her pussy closely when his servants were fucking her relentlessly with the vibrator, watching every twitch of her fine body when it was hit with constant arousal.The machines stopped,. For a few minutes, my lover concentrates on my nipples, knowing what it does to me. Clarisse licks, bites, and sucks first one, and then the other, until I am aroused to the point of being helpless. Her mouth moves down my body. She kisses, licks, and even bites the soft flesh of my belly. Burying her face in my navel, Clarisse blows into it, making an unsubtle fart noise that cracks up both of us. Then she is on the move again, her mouth never letting up in its relentless teasing and.