I didn't feel anything," he answered in disbelief, holding up his hand and turning it in front of his face."I could tell. And by the time I got you he...e, they weren't moving around anymore. Rob, I think that's why you're so tired. You used up all your reserves healing your hand." There're no bruises," he said, still looking for evidence of damage."Trust me, that hand was broken," she affirmed. "Anyone else would be wearing a banjo splint for the next three months." Wow," he said softly in. “Get off your high horse,” Beatrix says with a frown, trying to suppress the urge to slap her girlfriend. “Not everything we do has to come with a hefty price tag.”“I agree,” Danyelle says. “But we also don’t need to come to a dump like this.”“The least you can do is check it out,” Beatrix counters. “I know you never got to see the inside of a place like this because of your parents.”“You’re absolutely correct,” she says, this time it’s Danyelle replying smartly. “Mom and Dad would give an arm. "Suck it, bitch!" So like a good girl I licked thehead and the drops of precum tasted salty. I kissed the head and thenlicked all along the shaft. I worked my way up to her balls which weresalty and smelled like a man and then I took each one in my mouth andsucked gently. Sherri rolled her head back and moaned; "Damn girl!" wasall she said. Then I licked my way back up the shaft and took the head inmy mouth where I swirled my tongue around it. Soon I was bobbing up anddown on that dick like a. The remarkable thing about Pierre was that he was taking his time. And yet, in five minutes, doing almost nothing, he'd turned me on more than any male ever had before. I'd heard the term "sex slave". I'm not sure what it means other than what it implies. Right then I wanted more than anything, more even than sex, to be Pierre's sex slave. Knowing that probably a dozen women a day fell for him that way didn't stop me from wanting to be one of his herem. I was only paying fifty for an hour.