Trish hears the contempt and<em>hunger</em>that exude from the older woman's voice; and combined with her taunting words, the tone is enough to make the courier's hackles rise. Her eyes dart up to the woman in a frustrated glare... but she speeds up, moving her head back and forth as if she were attempting to deep-throat the woman's clit.<br/><br/>And of course, she can't leave well enough alone... so she lets her tongue start to caress the tip of the woman's clit with every pump of her lips. Soon, she's built up a pretty good rhythm, and even she is starting to get just a<em>little</em>turned on by the musky smell of the woman's sex, and the feeling of the woman's clit against her lips. Unconsciously, she starts to fidget, grinding her knees against each other in the chair...