“Jamie so makes my juices flow, Sam.”
I felt her hand slide under my hood. Her index finger found my lips and nose. It was wet and fragrant.
“Wouldn’t you like to partake sometime?”
I extended my tongue and partook of her buttery essence. She withdrew and a moment later two fingers invaded the darkness of my hood. Amazingly wet, Jamie indeed had her flowing. I licked the digits dry as Little Sam began to fight for his freedom. The pain grew as she extended a third offering.
“I mean really partaking, Sam. There’s a way to free that wanton p***s of yours. And you’ll never have to worry about a package arriving at the 35th floor. Matter of fact, you’ll never have to worry about anything ever again ... except serving me.”
She lowered herself further and pressed her mons into my thigh. I
