She cried out with urgent need. "Catch," and thrust her hips upward. He unsnapped her skirt and pulled it down over her legs. Miss Tyne kicked off her high heels and let the skirt drop to the floor.

Catch seized her garter belt and pulled it loose, then he slid the tips of his fingers under her right stocking. He slowly began pulling it from her leg, massaging her flesh as he did. Almost daintily, he dropped it to the floor and repeated the action on the left leg. He straightened up and surveyed her curvaceous form. She had nothing on except sheer bikini panties and what he had on was obvious. He leaned against the edge of the desk. His huge, hot cudgel pressed against her thigh.

"Don't, don't," she said weakly.

He smiled at her. His smile was wicked. He meant to have his way. Catch lowered his head and nuzzled his face between her legs, breathing in the soft fragrance of her cunt. He bared his teeth and began tearing away bits of her panties until they lay about her in shreds and she was exposed. She slid her hand down to her crotch to try to hide her nakedness, but he grabbed her by the wrist and began rubbing the head of his cock over her palm. Moisture oozed out of the head of his dick and he coated her palm with a clear, sticky fluid.

As if in a trance she began fondling his cock and the more she felt it, the more she knew she couldn't resist.

"This is wrong, Catch."

He threw back his head and laughed. When he brought it down he buried it between her legs. He kissed and licked each pubic hair separately and then with his large, rough fingers he parted the lips of her cunt. He worked his face from side to side, licking and chewing her vaginal folds. Then his lips parted and his tongue came out stiff and searching. He found the opening of her pussy with the tip of it and began flicking it in and out with rapid movements. Miss Tyne cried out again, babbling a stream of impassioned whispers in English and high school Spanish.