“Kenneth!” Margery said sharply. “Go down on your knees and stick your head between my legs.”
Without an instant’s hesitation, Ken got down on the floor and crawled between Margery’s legs. In seconds his tongue was licking her moist, hairless opening. A minute or two later his face was plastered with her savory juices.
The lawyer sat at his desk, registering no reaction yet intently observing every single facet of Ken’s groveling oral submission to the lovely, imperious Margery, making notes in ink on a paper.
“Hold on there a moment, Kenneth,” Margery said. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She ordered Ken to drape it on the back of the sofa. Ken did as ordered, folding it neatly. Except for Margery’s garter-less stockings and high heels, from the waist down she was
