"She pulled my shirt out of my pants and started and was unbuttoning it without ever stopping kissing me. So I did the one thing I could and returned ...the favor and started pulling off her t-shirt. She broke the kiss and I thought she would be mad but she pulled her shirt off over her head and grabbed me and pulled me up. She pushed me against the wall and dropped to her knees, undoing my belt as she kneeled there.Her mother had gone down on me so many times, in so many places, but she had never. It was like something justturned off in me, and I became an obedient doll in their hands.We all walked back our into the office and carried on with thepreparations, putting up the snack trays and decorations, which was nowdelightfully difficult for me because of the high heels, the corset,huge fake breasts supported only by the dress and therefore moving anywhich way they wanted, and constant attention from the girls who tookevery chance on pinching or jokingly slapping my bottom, caressing. ‘ ‘As long as you like my present, you can call me whatever names you want.’ ‘I will, and I love it, now are you going to kiss me or not?’ So he did, and dinner progressed satisfactorily with each course accompanied with the appropriate wine, quite music in the background. The two flirted leisurely and teased each other’s table manners and peculiarities. After the main course, a large meat platter covered with a superb sauce with a side of cow tongue and potato (it was just that kind of. I’m coating your arse in saliva as I lick and, when it’s wet enough, my tongue eases its way into your black hole. I taste my Master’s anus and slide my tongue further in, gently easing your cheeks apart to allow my tongue easier entrance.I feel a hand yanking at my trousers as your friend moves round, roughly undoing the flies and pulling at the top button.“Let’s see if she’s done as she’s been told,” I hear as I’m pulled backwards and dumped on the floor. I avert my eyes from you, but can.