She feels the velvet smooth head push to the back of her throat, the shaft forcing a carress from her tongue as it slides, and she involuntarily swall...ows. She feels her pussy betray her need. Juices start to flow and her hand moves, with it’s own mind, seeking her wet slit….the bud above it, needing realease. Her hand moves in time with his thrusts. As he fucks her face, so she fucks her self. Her pussy’s movements make her ass move, the butt plug stretching her muscles. Her questing fingers. This day the man was by himself and there was no doubt that he was interested, especially when she smiled and dropped a book and bent down to pick it up with the result that her braless tits nearly flopped out. He gave a gasp and at first it was with a little hesitation that he asked her if she would like a coffee. "I would love that", she smilingly replied.One thing she hated was men who couldn't make up their minds on whether to take what was offered or hesitate and lose it; however, she. With a final squeeze, Betty released her, and stood up, walking over to Melissa and gathering her into her arms as she repeated her thanks. Unlike Linda, Melissa responded eagerly to Betty's contact. This time it was Betty who set the limit, ignoring Melissa's attempt to prompt more intimate contact by spreading her thighs and moaning.As she had with Linda, Betty gave Melissa's breast a final squeeze, and released her, then stood and walked to Steve, who welcomed her into his arms with a deep,. You could have simply taken some 85 year-old, near death, nursing home patient and 'claimed' that person to do this job." My soft spoken words created a forceful argument and caused a disturbed hornets' nest like flurry of cognitive activity within the entire Energist collective. I could tell that my argument on the value of a quality educational system was going to shake their previously held belief to its foundation.When I sensed only a few holdout Energists, I finished my educational stance.