Her breasts were rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Sweat covered us both and she reached down and ran her fingers into her pussy. When she brought them out, they were covered with a mixture of or cum. She raised her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. “Yummy stuff” she giggled and smiled at me. I leaned over and gave her a long passionate kiss. I could taste the cum she had eaten. I looked at her and said, “Yep, Yummy.” It was going to be a long memorable weekend. Women interested in learning more about submission please see my ad here: Slave Night by Zen Mackie Sometimes Anita’s job made her absolutely crazy. It was mostly the boss’s fault. The boss was the kind of person who had to micromanage everything and everyone, who couldn’t trust anyone to get a single detail correct and so was constantly looking over the shoulders of every employee, sometimes literally breathing down their necks. But there was little that Anita could do about it. 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