How was I supposed to not come? His tongue laved its way down, skirting my slit, to the top of my distended little hood. The pleasure was sharp, inesc...apable, near torture, as he teased my sensitized little pearl, licking to its right and left, never landing any direct stimulation. I'm not sure how long this kept going. I had lost any sense of time, feeling like I existed only for the next caress of his ravenous tongue. When he withdrew his lingual assault, I was nothing but need. I hadn't come,. . the Royal Oak has a timer set and it beeped.Tyche has a watch too ... it’s not quite the watch mine is but it IS a New Zealand birthday present ... for a nine year old it was a decent timepiece. A Rolex Submariner ... for a four year old it’s pretentious as all get out. And we had synchronized the time.The brat took off and left me still in the clutches of Mr Lieutenant Asshole.I could hear her cackling as she sped away.“This doesn’t count!” I hollered.“Does. He’s a course obstruction!”He. His tongue felt the remnants of his own cum. ’How was that Sammie?’ I heard a car door open and hands pull me up on the seat. I was kneeling on the car seat as the hands on my hips pulled me towards the steering wheel.’ Where did the driver go?’ I still had a hand wrapped around the passenger’s flaccid cock. I pulled him with me.“OH baby, you’ve got one sweet ass.” I heard the voice behind me in the darkness, and the sound of hs zipper going down. Wet fingers were rubbing my pussy. Then. She stood there and held the ladder and talked to me the whole time. Afew screws fell from my hand as I was tightening the blades and she would bend down to get themand hand them back to me. Each time she bent down, her dress shifted lower a little bit and by thethird time, was barely covering her breasts leaving most of her bra exposed.She handed me the screw and stood closer to the ladder, which made her face just about level withmy waist and about a foot away. I kept looking down to talk to.