She probably would've been proud of herself for spelling cock with a "K" if she had realized that's not how it was supposed to be spelled.But that was...six months ago. In that time she fondly remembered fucking about 300 guys, licking around 60 cunts, swallowing at least 20 gallons of cum, and depositing $2,000 in bank. She'd made a lot more than that in "tips," of course, but most of it had been used up on the constant AIDS tests she had, all of which had miraculously come up negative, and her. He could now tell that there was definitely a pouch to her stomach. It was almost undeterminable, but he could tell that she had a little more flesh there. Strangely, he found himself wondering if it was a boy or a girl.With a gentle touch, he kissed her entire stomach before moving lower. Slowly he licked her flesh below her navel until he reached her now swollen lips. They too looked different... more pronounced with an almost purple color. With a moan, he covered her swollen flesh and sucked. I make no promises beyond that, Ty. I'm just not crazy about the idea of some strange guy hanging around."Joe came by the house the next day and explained what his job would entail. He set Sam's mind at ease a bit, assuring her he doesn't follow her around like a normal bodyguard would. He recommended that Tyler get a home security system and offered his help when it came time to install it. Joe did a daily patrol around the house and made sure there was no way someone could slip inside. I don't even want to swim in the same ocean with them."Kerstin Forster was not remotely concerned about who else may have heard her conversation with her mother. Discretion, to Kerstin, only pertained to dealings with her own kind, not to these people. And, sadly, there were more than a handful of "these people" that did hear those words. There was just enough pride among that group that Kerstin was quickly identified as being "one of those snooty rich broads" which qualified her to become very.