Coming to the story.. This took place just a couple of days ago.. It was 31st of october, 2013 which was the most sexually relieving day of my life.. ...he event started off with some programs and dancing started and i was standing in a side checking out all the hot chicks and was just glued to them and was keenly observing their figures.. I was so damn excited when i saw the girls wearing hot middies and many looked part time sluts…The scene was all good…And then there came the lunch time…And we. . I pulled his finger out of my pussy and sucked it clean then smiling placed his hand on my necked tit.. Now where do we do this and how many friends and how long before they can meet us..Well all black bars have a back room that the bartender lets his regulars use from time to time.. I'm sure there won't be a problem there.. Now two of the guys in the back are in the slot and I have 5 more I can call if that's not enough.. By all means please do.. Now what about the other guys back there. She had a penthouse for Christ’s sake… a penthouse. Her life was awesome. She was jolted from her thoughts as they pulled in to a narrow dirt drive that wound gradually uphill. Tall green grass intermingled with spring flowers by the roadside. Painted wooden signs marked the different destinations. ‘Somner Family Residence,’ then ‘Produce Market,’ and finally, ‘Education Center.’ A teenager in a dark green polo shirt that said ‘Somner Family Farm’ across the breast greeted them and directed. When I voiced my discomfort with the title to Brenda, she told me that there was no harm in it, and since Dee felt so satisfied by saying it, I finally just accepted it. I DID insist on the hard fast rule that she was never to use the term in public, and she complied, just as she complies with all my rules.And now, on to the question that I'm sure is uppermost in everyone's mind: the money.Everything I made Dee do in the three weeks following her induction into our family was done in accordance.