Her real fear was that one of these days Bernie's heart would give out while she was doing her thing for him. The old fuck. Go on, look at my cunt, she taught. You rat prick, think about sucking it.

That's what he would do when he was ready. He never fucked her. All he did was suck her pussy while she was wearing a garter belt and nylons and crotchless panties. He said that was what turned him on and that was all he wanted to do.

She didn't mind getting the old bastard's tongue in her cunt. He didn't get to fuck her but she got to keep her comfortable little job.

She put her leg down now. But she kept her knees wide apart to show him what he wanted to see. She ran her hands along the insides of her thighs to tease him. Her fingers got close to her pussy but she didn't touch it.

She smiled at him. "What'll it be today, Mr. Perkins? Are we finished now or do you want something else?"

The old man licked his lips. "Your husband is a lucky fellow, Myrna."

"Yes, I guess he is, isn't he?"

"Pull your pussy-lips out a little. Those are new panties, aren't they? The crotch is a little tight and I can't see too much through the slit."

"Like this?"

"Yes, that's much better."

She had her hairy cuntlips pulled out through the slit now so he could see them. She pulled them apart at the top to show him her clit. The old fuck always started drooling when she had her clit out. She pulled at the hood of her clit to get the pink little knob nosing out in the air, and sure enough she heard him groaning as he looked at it.

It wasn't long before he was eating her cunt. She stood with her ass against the desk and her legs apart. She had her bra off now, her tits dangling over his bead as she bent her neck to look down at him.

He had such a long tongue. She remembered she once read that older men were usually good at sucking. Well, Bernie was good, all right. She didn't like fucking that much, but she liked a tongue on her clit. She liked it when the man was down on his knees like Bernie.