Janice hasn't made up her mind

"Mmmmmm," Janice toys with her big nipples as she ponders your fate. "I don't know..."

You look up at her from the warm wet mess between her legs, your face covered with her slimy juices.

"Such a sweet, beautiful, talented little fuckslut," she observes. "I just want to play with you all day and night."

The fat older woman strokes your hair affectionately.

"Please," you plead and kiss the inside of her pimpled thigh. "I've been a good girl."

"I suppose I can't keep you here all afternoon," she pats a meaty thigh with her palm. "Come sit on Auntie Janice's lap."

You stand up and settle onto her lap, your wet pussy on her leg and an arm around her neck. Her soft body makes a comfortable cushion. You lean against her big breast and rest your head on her shoulder.

"Pllleaaase," you beg in a childlike voice.

Janice cups one of your breasts in her hand and teases the hard pink bud of your nipple with her thumb. You moan softly into her ear. She lowers her mouth to your nipple and licks all around it with her big tongue. She sucks on it, not as hard as she did earlier, but with enough **** to send little spikes of pain through your breast.

"That feels so wonderful," you flatter, "but I have to be home before 3:00 or my mom will be very angry with me."

Janice kisses up the slope of your breast and her lips find yours. She forces your mouth to open and accept her tongue. She overpowers you with her greedy kiss even as her hand slides between your legs. Your thighs part almost of their own volition and allow her fat fingers to massage your dripping cunny.

"Mmmmm, you're still wet, baby," she coos, "don't you want to stay and see what else Auntie Janice has in store for a good girl?"

"Janice, I really ahhhh-," you close your eyes and tilt your head back as her fingers find your clit.

"You really what?" She smiles at you.

"I really have to get home," you bite your lower lip to suppress another moan as the fat security woman hits all the right spots.

"Why don't you..."

Janice pauses to part your pussy lips with a finger and slide it gently into the furnace of your flooded cunt. Your walls spasm around the intrusion and she chuckles.

"Mmmm, why don't you make me an offer I can't refuse," Janice's finger begins pumping in and out of you. "Give me a reason to let you go."

If you don't think of something quick you'll never get out of here in time to meet up with that cop. Unfortunately, Janice is playing you like a fiddle and that hand of hers is making it awfully hard to think about anything at all.

You try to focus in on the problem and come up with...