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you’ll be servicing.”
    The yoga instructor stood up and crossed the
room, arms over her body in a futile attempt to cover herself. She
stopped in front of Burt, head lowered.
    “Move them arms, girl,” he ordered. “Let me
see what you got.” Jennifer dropped her arms to her sides and Burt
whistled when he saw her nice firm tits, her flat stomach, and the
neatly-trimmed brown bush. “Holy shit. I’m truly gonna enjoy this.”
He squeezed Jennifer’s tits, then reached around her waist to feel
her firm ass. “Yes, indeed. That’s one fine woman right there.”
    “On your knees, Jennifer,” Greta commanded.
She took a step back but stayed close to the pair. “That’s right.
Now unzip Burt’s jeans. Good. Reach in and take it out,
please.”
    Jennifer fished out Burt’s cock, which was
large and already hard. It also smelled like it hadn’t been washed
recently. She wrinkled her nose and turned her face away.
    “What’s wrong, Jennifer?” Rosa called out.
“That sausage got some bad mustard on it?” The Latin beauty giggled
and slapped her knee, the only one to see any humor in the
situation. Lacy kept her eyes on her lap, and Jan watched her
sister with a look of horror on her face.
    “Please begin,” Greta said. “Burt is
obviously ready and waiting.”
    The yoga instructor leaned forward and opened
her mouth. Burt stuck his hard dick inside, and Jennifer gagged at
the taste of dried sweat. He grabbed the back of her head and
rammed farther inside her mouth, moaning the whole time. Jennifer’s
lips were locked around the shaft in an effort to keep Burt from
pushing it deeper, but that just excited him even more. He began
pumping in and out, using two fistfuls of Jennifer’s hair as
handles. His big balls slapped her chin with every forward stroke,
the wiry hair tickling her sensitive skin.
    “Oh, man,” Burt groaned. “That’s one hot
mouth!” He pumped faster and faster, punishing the yoga
instructor’s face with every thrust. Burt’s wife hadn’t done this
for him in years, and the feel of the young beauty’s hot, wet mouth
on his cock was already driving him close to the edge. His balls
began to tingle, lightly at first, then so much that it nearly felt
like an electric shock. He fucked Jennifer’s face with rapid
strokes, over and over, over and over, until he finally let out a
strangled cry and shot a huge wad of cum onto her tongue.
    Jennifer gasped and gagged as the hard cock
kept on pumping. Soon her mouth was filled with warm, sticky goo,
so much she didn’t know what to do with it.
    As if reading her mind, Greta warned, “Don’t
you dare spit anything on my floor, young lady. That carpet is very expensive.”
    When he was finally done squirting, Burt
pulled his wilting cock from Jennifer’s mouth. The girl shut her
eyes and swallowed, shuddering as the greasy wad slid down her
throat. Then she opened her eyes again just as Burt was tucking his
dick back into his pants with a smile on his face. “Thank you
kindly,” he told her, then he turned to Greta. “Always a pleasure,
Ms. Steele. Call me anytime.”
    Jennifer stood up while Greta showed Burt to
the door. Jan and Lacy couldn’t even look at her, but Rosa was
staring at the yoga instructor and grinning. “How’d you like it,
girlfriend? You swallow any sawdust along with that cum?”
    Ignoring the taunts, Jennifer sat down next
to Jan again. She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, fighting
the urge to throw up.
    “Can we…” Jan began. “I mean, do you think
it’s okay to get dressed now? Greta said the game was over.”
    “We better wait until she gives our rings
back,” Lacy warned. “I don’t want to break any rules by
mistake.”
    “You know what I would like to break?”
Jennifer asked. “That skinny bitch’s neck. I can’t believe she put
us through all that.”
    “But we agreed to play the game,” Lacy said.
“It’s not like she forced us.”
    Jan shook her head. “But she didn’t tell