” Tom said as he began walking towards a set of double doors at the end of the aisle we were in. Sharon and I followed behind Tom. Sharon had her... arm around my waist, her head on my chest, with my arm around her shoulder. She began rubbing my cock through my jeans as walked. She moaned deeply when she felt how hard I was.Tom led us through the double doors and into a loading dock, obviously where they received lumber shipments. “She can stay here until you get your stuff.” Tom. "You came so quickly Dee, because I am the master of your hot little body. And because it is a slave to my touch, understand?"She nodded her head quickly. "How did you know? I've secretly dreamed of this since I was a teenager," she gasped."I told you we were connected Dee-Dee, somehow I know just what you need."I spent the next thirty minutes proving what I said. Denise was as wrong about not enjoying sex as she was about her body. I got down between her legs and went straight for her clit. He pulls and tugs on it, flicking it through his fingers. His soft tongue is caressing my nipple while holding it between his teeth. He is moving his jaw back and forth with a bit of a grind, his tongue flicks over the tip of my nipple. He knows how sensitive my nipples are, even more after being clamped. My body starts to tremble a known sign that I’m about to orgasm and I fight the best I can not to, I cry out knowing it’s coming back he doesn’t let up on me. I buck myself towards him and. “Please cum on my face, Professor.”A hand gripped his rod. PC Whippy’s latex clad hand. It felt slippery, and he didn’t like to think where it had been. Anthea tilted her head up, extending her tongue. “Please,” she breathed. “Cum for me, Professor. You can cum in my mouth if you want to. Do you want me to swallow your cum, Professor?”“Anthea, you mustn’t say such things,” the Professor said, but half-heartedly.“I know it’s filthy,” Anthea breathed. “But I’m a filthy slut, Professor. I’m your.