Chapter Twenty-five
Ms. Powers is insatiable. How she remains standing while my tongue laps away, I will never understand. The short skirt lays atop my hairless head as I work her labia then part her lips and thrust my tongue in and out. I can hear small sighs of pleasure and feel her thighs move apart. Thus I know my tongue has affect. But otherwise she just stands and lets me work. My bell rings, adding a chimed cadence to my endeavors. My fingers need to play. My own organ needs attention. But it is forbidden.
I let my mind turn to other thoughts. My trained tongue and lips will not surrender until she gives the command to stop. But I need to divert my attention from my own very wet v****a.
At the end of my second week at the peep show, the demands became repetitive. I thought of mys
