She knew the signs of his changing need— she went limp at the touch of his big hand on her head. He guided her, his perfect little married cocksucke...r. Harder, faster, he pushed and pulled her head, using her for his selfish satisfaction. Obscene, nasty, wet sounds echoed from the walls of his office as he fucked her mouth like he often did her cunt. Aggressively now, he started picking up the pace. He leaned his head back and growled. A good cocksucker always made him talk shit. He. Tod was immediately startled out of his musings about the local links. ‘Dawn! What are you doing here? Are the kids okay?’ The lady looked down upon us with a great deal of interest. She didn’t answer immediately, and seemed to be studying me intently. Finally, she turned to my partner and said: ‘The children are fine, Tod. Teri is with them.’ And she returned her scrutiny to me. Under the circumstances, I didn’t feel too self conscious studying her, as well. She was not a pretty girl. She was. I looked into full length mirror in our bedroom, my 52DD breasts barely contained in my leather bikini top, I run my hands down my hips, lifting the black fishnet miniskirt just a bit higher. My black thigh high stockings and high heels completed the look. Just a little longer... The car! I posed, sticking my breast out proudly in front of me. With eyes as blue as a winter lake, hair almost jet black, all muscle and all mine, he walked through the door and stopped dead in his tracks. . Her appearance was almost Goth-like but tempered by a polished dress sense. She wore a tight-fitting pinstriped power suit, the hem of her skirt resting well above her knees. Her long, shapely legs were sheathed in sheer grey hosiery; her feet were shod in red, patent leather Christian Louboutin high heels. Bonny was sexy and sophisticated.Bonny was also a lesbian; a militant lipstick-lesbian who had an equally militant butch-lesbian girlfriend the size of a refrigerator and with a temper to.