Later that night the two of them rolled around the bed lapping at each other pussies each thinking the same thing, I wonder what my pussy would taste ...ike cooked? Jessica thought, I wonder what her pussy would taste like cooked Stacey thought as she continued to tongue fuck the pussy in front of her for awhile and they both fell sleep in each others arms. The next morning, Jessica and Stacey went down to the kitchen for breakfast So tomorrow is thanksgiving, have you decided if we are sticking. I’m going to punish her. I need you to listen carefully while I describe her punishment to her, then when I say to start, I want you to start it. Is that okay?”“Yes.”“Good. You must also monitor her. Monitor her heart rate and blood pressure and if you think that it is becoming actually dangerous for her, you will stop the stimulation, knock her unconscious for a few seconds if necessary, and pause the clock. I want her repentant, I do not want her dead.”“Understood. Question.”“Go ahead.”“Given. Peter can help with kitchen. He did play a cook, remember?”“And what a terrifying job that was.” Sal grinned.“Paulie can do inventory and order supplies.”“Why?”“Because I asked. Look, I am not asking you guys to give up anything. Just to help when you can. I know how our lives are and we need to go at a drop of a hat sometimes. I am just asking for a little help now and again.”They all looked at him. “How bad is it Luca?” Sal said.Luca cleared his throat. “They both could die.” He took a drink. Her bronze body shining with sun oil, long legs pointing toward the ocean, her round breasts with their hard nipples riding high on her chest. She doesn’t hear us approaching so Steve moves around and quietly kneels down astride her head. He lowers his hips so his large, saggy ball sac comes to rest on her forehead and his rubbery penis extends down to the tip of her nose. Lynnette stirs slowly and without even opening her eyes, she tilts her head back, extends her long tongue and starts.