She knelt down, her lips so close to my cock, half reamed up her sister's butt, that her breath gave me pimples. She looked up at me. "Honey," she sai... in the phone. "Can I call you back?"I slowed my barrage of Loretta's ass as I watched Lisa's wicked tongue unravel. She licked the base of my cock, up to the plunged mid-section, and swirled over the strained cavity of her sister's ass."Yeah Lisa," I said. "Coat my cock with your dirty mouth water." Mmm," Loretta moaned. "Wet his cock sis."Lisa. He mouthed, "Thankyou," and I smiled and waved goodbye.After I was sure he was gone, I opened the sliders picked up thebandanna and took a whiff. It stank of sweat and something else, Iopened it up and there was a cum stain, I don't know why but I rubbedit on my face.About a week later I drove down to Miami to pick up from Miguel. Ithought it odd that I didn't see the usual guys outside, but I wentinto the store and saw a black guy sitting at the desk. He looked upand said with a French. There were eleven Gold Rus who remained. They and all the Rus women made sure that none of the slaves would attempt to escape although I wondered why they would worry. I could not imagine being better off in a strange land without the safety of armed men and women to protect me.We went about our day in much the same way that we always did but when word came by a Bulgar runner that the battle was won and our men would be returning that day we began preparing a victory meal. The celebratory. Now give us a kiss over the phone and tell me that you'll come for a wee visit after you've your gift back again."Devon dutifully did as she was told, adding a tiny disclaimer of, "But just a short one Mamó. I'll have a lot of catching up to do in order to make my book deadline on time," and hanging up.Returning the phone to its charger, Devon stared thoughtfully at the war zone that doubled as her desk. The desk was a fairly wide expanse of wood that took up a large portion of the room.