He looked down over his ruffled satin bust and his stockings. In a few moments, Phyllis would be using her blouses to play with her little captive. Hi...s heart almost stopped when he heard the wheels of her blouse rail squeaking back towards him where he waited for them. Then he saw her selection. Ohhh, her green silk blouse. Her cerise pink satin blouse. And ohhhhhhhhhhh! her white silk bow blouse as well! "Well?" she demanded, sitting side on to him so that she could look him in the eye as he. She flattened her tongue out and began to lave the head of his dick with fluid, slurping strokes, as if her tongue was a brush and she was painting it with a coating of saliva. Morgan groaned. His thighs began to flutter with tension. He braced his knees to steady himself and held her head in both hands. Ruby tongued the glowing knob of his prick thoroughly and Morgan was so hot that he thought he would came that way before he ever got it in her mouth. But Ruby was an excellent judge of orgasms. My tongue briefly explores, discovering little, yet pronounced, bumps lining the ridge of his cock. His cockhead is already swollen to the point the skin is stretched very tight, velvety yet hard. A hand firmly grips the top of my head, limiting my movement. Then his cock slowly pushes deeper inside and begins to slide in and out. My cheeks hollow as I suck lightly. My tongue explores rapidly around his cockhead at the end of each out-stroke. The same familiar wet slickness begins to coat my. I spoke to one of the girls downstairs and they thought it’d be helpful. Told them my invention could ease performance anxiety. You don’t believe how many girls want to go into adult entertainment, but they couldn’t get into the right headspace for it.”He took another sip and the face he made told me it was on the wrong side of bitter, or right, depending on where you stood. “I messed with a few rudimentary settings, figuring that I could help reduce the girl’s anxiety. And it worked too well..