I took this as a golden chance and tried hitting on her. She came to my place with lunch for me, in a red saree and the moment i saw her, i went mad i...n lust, she was looking stunning..She was serving me with food and i was staring at her boobs, she caught me and asked what are you looking at and smiled, i took this as an opportunity and said your boobs are amazing, i can die for them, She gave me a look and changed the topic. She started asking me if i have any girlfriends, i said no. She said. I laughed, I chortled, I roared - I even giggled - and she kept pace with me, laughing until we were both red in the face and coughing for breath, tears streaming from our eyes.“Whooo,” I wheezed, “- tell me your parents didn’t name you Flower!”She screwed her face up into a mock-scowl and punched my shoulder. “What’s wrong with Flower?” She seemed on the verge of giggles again.I smiled - my face was actually hurting from smiling so much. “Not a thing. It suits you.”“Well, there you go, then.”. When Ifelt ready to burst, she clamped the tubing shut saying, "We will letthe slave ponder the situation for a few minutes."After she took time out to smoke a cigarette Mary announced, "I havedisconnected the tubing from the pump and placed it in the funnel. As Iopen and close the clamp the slave will spurt broth into his mouth. Thebitch should have the same sensation as when she was able to climax, butwill be merely pissing soup into his own mouth." Once again she hadaccurately predicted. I enjoyed her skilled BJ’s very much and used every opportunity as long as possible. I tried to push it in deep to find her limits, which i did. Liz ran off the the bathroom gagging after I had pushed her head down a bit too much because it felt so good fucking her mouth. Liz was clearly not used to getting throat-fucked. If I remember correctly she came out of the bathroom and just continued sucking my dick. She was pushing it into her throat as deeply as she could training herself to hold it.