"Once I lick this, angel, I'm the only one who licks it." I pin her knees open wide. "Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," she whimpers.

My groan is loud enough to wake the dead. I'm called sir all day long by my staff and yet when Grace does it, I almost come in my pants, my mouth latching eagerly onto her pussy, sucking her smooth flesh, inhaling the pure femininity until I can taste her in the back of my throat. I don't make her wait for that first stroke of my tongue up the split of her sex, ...