Holy cow! Crystal thought.

But she didn't mind in the least.

Crystal loved to be admired, and his admiration was evident. He was licking his lips and his eyes were glinting behind his glasses – and the front of his trousers stood out obscenely.

Figuring she would give him a good look, Crystal pretended that she was having more trouble with the book than she actually was. She placed one foot on a higher rung and parted her sleek thighs as wide as her precarious perch permitted.

She was glad she was wearing tiny, sexy bikini panties under her modest dress.

And now, as she felt his gaze burning into her groin, the crotch band of her panties began to fill up with a heavy flood of cunt-juice. She could feel it soaking her undies.

Her clit swelled, standing out like a bullet in the crotch band. Thick, pasty cunt-milk oozed from the edges of the leg holes, trickling down her inner thighs. She knew that he was aware of her arousal.

Sylvester was licking his lips more hungrily now and his long, thin nose rippled, nostrils flaring, as he breathed in the fumes of her hot pussy.

His expression was definitely that of a cunt-lapper!

The prospect excited Crystal.

If sitting on his face was part of the job, that was fine with her. She adored getting her pussy sucked and if her boss wanted to do it for her, it would be like a bonus, a part of the job.

It would be lots better than sucking Gunderson's prick for the rent, she figured.

As long as Sylvester didn't think he could eat her cunt in lieu of wages.

Crystal would have willingly let Sylvester tongue-fuck her on the spot, in fact. But he was far too much the gentleman to make such a request, as if the job were dependent on her compliance.

When he realized that she was looking down at him, he blushed and averted his face.

Crystal was disappointed when he stepped away, and she remained where she was, in case he changed bis mind and came back for another look – or a lick.