She insisted with a stern look and tone."Yes, please…! Give it to me, Mistress…”Her beautiful sensual slut smile was back. "Good". Helena said w...th a little more cheer in her voice. "Face down, you bitch… or you will not have my toy…” She giggled.I immediately put my face down, as I felt her get on the bed behind me. She wiggled up until I could feel her knees against my thighs. Then I felt a cool liquid drizzling onto my ass crack. It slowly flowed down. It passed over my most sensitive spot. "I flicked my tongue out with my eyes closed and felt it brush against the head. "Eyes open Jennifer, you'll not do a good job if you can't see what you're doing."I opened my eyes and continued to flick my tongue in and out until her clittie reared upright, hot and rigid. I ran my tongue along the long throbbing vein. I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye. Seeing a reflection of a sissy whore sucking cock in the glass fronted cabinet, seeing me swallowing the length until my face. " But they were only rumors," Allison said. "Since when did you listen to rumors? Why didn't you ask me first? Find out if the rumors were true." I couldn't," he said, his expression pained. "You know, 'cause what if you ... I ... I liked you. I mean I like you. Still. I could never act on my feeling, but I could always keep my silly dream alive as long as you weren't really involved with anyone else. So, I didn't want to believe in my heart that you'd be involved anyone, especially your. Selma was also Muslim, she was married with a kid, and wore a full Hijab. I had always been attracted to Hijabi’s, why I can’t say but I always have been and still am. In any event I saw her around the floor and we exchanged pleasantries from time to time, we would chat if we ran into each other at the water cooler but that was about it.A few weeks went by and we ran into each other again at the water cooler and she asked if I wanted to have lunch with her since her friends had called in sick.