Turning away from him once more, I unclasped my bra and pulled it away; as I moved to face him my hands gripped the released bra to my breasts, and slowly, very slowly, I peeled it downwards, exposing first the upper swell of my tiny breasts, then a glimpse of my areolae, and then my hardened nipples. After a minute of teasing, I pulled the bra clear and stood before Tom, topless. He smiled and clapped his hands, then stroked his still hard cock.

Writhing and dancing, I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of my panties and as I turned round and round on the spot like some suburban dervish, I pulled them down over my bum, then back up again, down and up, down and up, giving tantalising glimpses of my trimmed bush and shapely arse. As finally I slid them off me I was aware that my perfomance had excited not only Tom, but me as well: I was soaking wet and undeniably turned on.

Tom was beaming. "Bravo," he said, "bravo."

I kneeled before him again, and clasped his still stiff cock once more.

"Hmm," I said, licking his purple tip, "you seemed to enjoy that." I plunged his cock deep into my mouth and sucked hard on it, wanking the base with my hand as I did so. I was gratified to hear a satisfied moan from Tom. Another couple of minutes, I thought, and I would have done my Master's bidding. What's more, I had enjoyed it.

"Lass," he said, "lass, you're doing wonderful things. Can I ask one more thing of you?"

Slipping his cock from my mouth momentarily, I agreed, and as he spoke I flicked my tongue up and down its base, licking at it as though it were an ice cream.

"Well," he continued, a little uncertainly, and I could tell he was deeply embarrassed, "I grew up in different times. Stricter. We weren't as free and easy as young people nowadays." I tried not to take that as an insult and waited for Tom to get to the point. "What I'm trying to say is that in all my years... I've never 3; that is to say I've always wanted to but never had the chance 3;"

"Tell me Tom, just spit it out."

"I've never kissed a woman, you know, there 3;"

Oh God, he wanted to go down on me.

"What, my pussy, you mean?" I asked, hoping my uncertainty wouldn't show.

He nodded. What was I going to do? This certainly wasn't in my instructions; this went beyond giving a blowjob. Did I want a seventy year old man licking me out? Could I do that? Somehow it seemed different, me going down on him, from him doing it to me. When I was giving a blowjob, I was in charge, it was me leading things, and my body was mostly unaffected by what was happening; but this, this would bring my entire body into contact with a septuagenarian old enough to be my grandfather. His tongue would be on me, inside me. Could I do it?

Tom looked at me expectantly. He hadn't had a woman in fifteen years, he had said, and nobody young and lithe in nearer forty. Could I refuse? What, I though, would my Master expect of me? He had ordered me to give Tom a blowjob to thank him for not taking advantage of my incommodious position the other night; Tom had subsequently proved himself to be every bit a gentleman, asking me on each occasion whether I would oblige him. I felt sure my Master would approve; I felt sure he would expect no less of me.

"Yes Tom," I whispered. "Please do. Please lick me."

I sat on the sofa and eased my legs apart, raising my right leg onto the sofa cushion and pulling my bum forward on the seat, giving Tom easy access. He got down on the carpet, where I had been only a few moments before, and positioned himself in front of me. God, it was going to happen. The old man was going to stick his face in my pussy. He sat for a moment, staring at me, as though he had never seen a pussy close up before. Then it struck me that possibly, given his conservative life, he hadn't.

And then he edged forward and exploratively stretched his tongue towards me. I felt his grizzled face rasp against my thighs, and then he was on me. I had expected, given his inexperience, that he would be rash and intemperate, but he wasn't. Very slowly, carefully, solicitously, he began to lap at my pussy, as though he were exploring a new territory. Occasionally he would stop and pull his head back, like a workman examining his progress. His rheumy, blue eyes shone with a depth I had not seen before, and a look of intense concentration cloaked his face.

He may have never done this before, but if that was so he was a damned fast learner. Alternately slipping his tongue in between my puffy lips and stroking it up and down their length, he was sending all sorts of sensuous messages through me. The only thing he neglected was my clit, and I slid a hand down to minister to its needs, stroking and cajoling my swollen nub as I watched Tom's bald pate sliding up and down between my thighs.

I noticed he was moving about a bit, alternating his weight from one knee to the other, and I realised that kneeling for any length of time might be uncomfortable for a man of his age. Taking his head gently, I beckoned him to stop and indicated that he lie on the carpet. He did so, and I straddled him, positing my pussy and arse above his face, easing myself downwards until I felt the touch of his nose, and then his cheek and jaw, and finally his tongue poking into me once more, exploring, teasing. His hands gripped my thighs and pulled me harder to him, and I felt his tongue glancing across the length of my pussy and round to my sensitive arse.

With Tom settled and content, I gave my concentration once more to his cock, which was still, to my surprise, reasonably stiff. I slipped my hand around it, delighting in its long, slender shape, feeling it stiffen and harden once more under my touch. Bending forward, I took it into my mouth again and massaged its tip with my tongue, sucking as hard as I could, and stroking the base of his cock. With my other hand I gently massaged his balls and grazed my finger along his perineum, from the base of his balls to his anus. He was now extremely hard, and with his length was providing me with quite a mouthful.

I felt him tense and I knew he was going to come soon. I slid my hips back and raised my bum, forcing my clit into his mouth and, releasing his cock from my own mouth, shouted "suck me there", before resuming my work on him. He took my lead and began sucking passionately on my clit, drawing it sharply into his mouth. His tongue was all over it, rubbing and stroking, slightly too harshly but nonetheless with the desired effect.

I felt Tom spasm beneath me and I vacuumed his prick, ensuring that his tip was sliding against my inner cheeks; my finger pressed against his arsehole and I wanked his cock hard. With a groan, Tom started to come and I felt a violent spurt of his semen land deep down my throat; I had not expected anything like that amount of force from him, and it took me aback. Another spurt, and another, burst out of him and landed hot and sticky on my tongue. Swallowing, I slowed down my actions and gradually wound down to a halt, feeling the dying jolts and spasms of his cock as his climax subsided. For a couple of minutes I lay on top of him, his cock gradually withering in my mouth, returning to its normal state, while his heartbeat and breathing, which I could feel beneath me, similarly returned to normal.

Finally, I slid off him and lay beside his resting body, my arm folded around his scrawny chest.

"Thank you," I said. "Thank you so much."