“This is where we are conducting the experiment?” she asked incredulously.He shrugged. “Where else did you want to run it? Let’s face it, one ...f two things is going to happen. It works or it doesn’t. If it doesn’t work, we have a fun morning in the no-tell motel and go home. I stop researching this and drop it. But what happens if it does work? What if we get that state of crazy lust all over again? Remember what some of those days and nights were like in the Maltesanos? What if we lost control. I know that sounds callous but that's really all she was. Any sign of disappointment hit her hard so I tried to make sure I always acted pleased with her no matter what. If she 'pleased' me it filled her with joy. It wasn't her fault that she had become what she was. If I could change it I would. The only way to really change her would be to completely erase what she now was and build another false persona.I had tried it once, 'Danny' had discovered who one of the bimbos was through a missing. ”She squealed and hugged him tightly.They were on the way to the train station before she noticed how early it was. They were on their way to Venice before seven that morning.Jack’s friends met him at the station and he introduced Diane to them. Didi liked their European cheek kisses because they actually kissed her. She kissed them back. In five-seconds they each knew the most important thing about each other and had already decided they would make love. Didi wondered if Laura or Brigitte. She teasingly avoids my swollen clit. She licks slowly but surely around it then finally swipes her tongue across it. I cum almost immediately, screaming out her name as I do. She continues to lick it while she begins to pump her finger in and out of my contracting pussy. "Whitney, Whitney! Don't stop, don't you fucking stop fucking my cunt you dirty slut! AHHHHHH!" Whitney slurps up all my sweet juices, slowly letting up on the assault on my pussy. After I finish my orgasm, she creeps back.