“You’ll never break me. No matter what filthy things you make me do!”Jessica maintained her characteristic look of absolute confidence. “Oh,...I think we will,” she said. “And Barbie…you just might find that you like sucking Jerry’s cock.”Jerry, meanwhile, had straddled Barbie’s chest, sitting on her firm, budding breasts, his long, slim cock throbbing with excitement at the thought of having the young virgin sucking on his dick.Barbie turned her head, keeping her lips firmly closed as Jerry. Please sit, make yourself comfortable and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.’‘I have so many questions that I don’t know where to begin. Who are you? How did you get my painting? What do you want from me?’‘First of all, I want nothing from you. It’s not your painting, its mine. Let me tell you my story.’‘Back in 1830, I was a young naïve twenty year old young woman. I was a serving girl working in a tavern near the water front. One evening this tall handsome man comes into the tavern,. ”“But if we’re going down this road, you have to really commit.” She added.“What do you mean?”“For starters, no more sex together. It’s been working well these past two weeks, and I can pleasure my pussy myself.” Jenny said. “Another thing... when you jerk off, we need to have a glass nearby for you to squirt into.”“Why?”“So you can drink it!” Jenny giggled. “I think we need to get you used to the taste of fresh sperm. That will go a long way towards your homosexual feelings.”Brad was slowly. Not one to smile constantly, her normal expression was a serious, reflective, older one, with a hint in her eyes of some unspoken sadness. When she did smile it was an easy, playful, contagious one that brightened her whole face. I smiled at her as she approached, aware that her winning grin and friendly blue eyes were beginning to affect me warmly. She greeted me with a lilting "hello-ooo" and a flitter of raised fingers.She asked, "Did Fiore leave anything for the rest of us?" I'll be okay,.