"Mike stared at Dee'rah, hardly believing Steve's words. Her ashen face, the tears in her eyes, told him that she already knew of the tragedy."Steve, ...his takes everything to a different level. It was bad enough, the attacks against her people, and the false blame for the domestic terrorist killings near Spokane! Will they be safe, now?" We think so, but they will be a long time in Canada. We'll need to find a lot of resources to house and support them on a semi-permanent basis." No problem,. ?Mistress, may I use the Crisco as lube for the cucumber?,? I politely inquire. ?Of course, stupid. What did you think it was for, to bake a batch of cookies?? Chortling, she reclines in a kitchen chair, her ?front-row seat? for my latest humiliation. ?First I want you to stand up and strip buck naked for me. Do it sloooowly, slave. Put on a nice striptease for me.? Beyond embarrassed, I rise and begin swaying my hips. I lift my skirt teasingly and ?flash? her several times, my stiff cock hard. She spread her legs so he could get between then. The heat off their bodies could light a match and burn the bed.The sultry scent of her pussy, wafted toward his nose as he moved his face closer. Without warning, he flicked his tongue across the length of her drenched slit, tasting its sweet juices. He spread the labia, and traced small circles around the clit.She watched as his magical tongue tantalizing her pussy. When it encountered her clit, she clutched his head between her legs like a. He’d been chiding himself derisively that he was ‘single-handedly’ keeping the condom industry in business! He couldn’t help it that women kept throwing themselves at him… And he wasn’t using his ‘gift!’ Women just seemed to pick up on the fact that he was a ‘good guy’ who also happened to enjoy being ‘bad!’ And when he was ‘bad’ he was ‘very, verrrry good!’ Or so he’d been told by dozens of women! They’d all been delighted that he was so nice, good looking, well hung… and he knew what to do.