Theyre hard you like my piss dont you? He raised his hand when I didnt answer, but before he could land the slap I panted out. Yes sir, yes I like you... piss. He smiled lowering his hand. Good girl, youre learning your place. He reached over and got a washcloth, then soaped it up. He started with my cunt. He rubbed the cloth roughly over it forcing my legs wider as he washed. Tell me slut, you got titties but no hair on your cunt you bleed yet? I blinked at him, not understanding what he was. But she knew something that Jim himself didn't know — he loved her as much as she loved him. No, he didn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve but it was in his eyes, his gentle touches and certainly in his kisses. Memories of their increasingly lusty petting brought a tinge of sweat to her upper lip and a redness on her cheeks not from rouge.That's why she had to tell him about the damn Major. She couldn't give herself to him until he knew all about her ... well, almost all. There were things. . It would be the ultimate in depravity...”Jenna continues to nod, as she has throughout the interview. “It’s an old story ... But it never gets tired ... We love to find ladies like yourself ... And we love to make those dreams come true...”Erica smiles, happy to be welcomed onto the show – as if she thought this was an interview to see if she was worthy of being on the show, rather than a straight-forward welcome ... I mean, we’ve never turned a wannabe dog-slut away... We cut to a large room. .. you're like my brother."And so Andrew found himself out at Odessa, one of the hot local clubs,with two of his "sisters" and their friend Chet.Chet was a virtual stereotype of his name. He was a meathead who spentall of his free time working out or playing sports. Any time spentsocially involved continuing his role of the bully to a "nerd" likeAndrew.His three companions out on the dance floor gyrating to the sounds of theclubs DJ dance mix and having a good time, Andrew leaned against the.