She didn't look like a carnivore, but I reminded myself that I'd already stereotyped her once, and she'd probably make her wishes known. If not, she'd...eat what I served her or nothing at all."So, tell me about what happened all those years I didn't get to watch you grow up," I suggested.She took a tiny bite. She actually bit a single macaroni elbow in half and chewed thoughtfully."I don't know. I read a lot, and went roller skating and rode my bike a lot. I went to high school and graduated. I. Just imagine who will be begging you to crush her cunt. You'll be on Oprah, in more ways than one. Hey, how come there are no other people in this hotel?"He laughed. "I can afford to pay for every room in the place. I like my privacy." Well, could we go down to the pool and go for a swim? I'm getting hot. Aren't you, Chris?" She stared at the bulge in his pants and put her hand on it, rubbing its length gently."Oh yeah . . . I'm . . . uh . . . a little hot myself. Did you bring a suit?" Can't. She whispered over his lips, "What do you want me to do?"Nelson wanted the one thing Susan would never do -- oral sex. He sheepishly said this, and she replied, "I am Kali, bringer of dark dreams and fantasies. Your wish is my command."He watched her climb astraddle of him, her legs on either side of his body, her long thick hair falling below her narrow waist as she lowered her lips to kiss him, their mouths open, tongues exploring ... and then she suddenly switched positions, facing backward. Michael and Brock fucked me over and over most of the day, each one taking turns, I think, three times. At least I think that's what happened, it could have been even more. All I know was that I had cum dripping down my butt and I leaked it for hours that night. By late in the afternoon, one of them would stay downstairs to see if Simon or one of our parents was coming home while the other one was up fucking me. I really didn't care id Simon knew; really, I wanted all three of them anyway. That.