Then I'd spend as long as you wanted with my mouth and fingers on you. I'd listen as you told me exactly what you wanted, but I think I wouldn't need ...much guidance as your gasps and cries of pleasure would help me find exactly what you needed.I'd lick, suck and lap at you, all the while my fingers gently pushed their way inside you, as deep as you wanted. My whole upper body would move as I pushed you closer and closer to a huge orgasm. First, I'd feel your juices gush and I'd greedily lick. Now back inside I went to see how the girl was doing, but by then she was gone, leaving behind, in her haste, her bra and knickers; time to go, I found Phil and we left.On the drive home I filled him in on what I had witnessed."Holy shit!" he said, "you reckon it was that bird in the red dress with the big tits?" Well I'm not sure," I said, "but there was definitely a red dress in the room." Shit, I'll like to have a go at her myself," he said."Yeah me too," I agreed."Ok what are we going to do. Pilsner had definitely been busy, as I had been told, signing up every bird, mugg, and pug he could lay eyes on as employees of Allakazam Salvage and sending the lugs all out with fresh green in their pockets to start clearing out the wreckage. Already, as several underbosses of the outfit had told me, that my new company was already the largest single job provider in the entire Westside. Dump trucks and salvage dumpsters were being loaded up on nearly every block, apparently with the aid of a. Of course she would still wriggle her legs - and wriggle them one time too much for the teacher to handle.The woman stepped in front of the girl, weighing the infamous tool in her hand. Olivia, still obediently holding her skirt up, bit her lip and looked down to stop herself from begging the teacher not to fullfil her dready promise. The girl couldn’t stand the heavy gaze. She couldn’t stand any of it anymore. She knew she was inches apart from becoming a weeping, begging mess. No matter how.