"Of course Miss Kitson knows you're here," Nicole said. "She did send you to me after all."George's eyes widened. Why would Miss Kitson do that?"Now s...ut up and soak in my pheromones for a while," Nicole said.She shifted position until she was crouched above his face and facing his feet. George got an extreme close-up view of the shaven lips of her pussy. George might not have had sex, but he'd still seen his share of porn films. Nicole's labia seemed plusher and somehow more. As memories long buried flooded my consciousness, the wine prompted me totell Sharon a story that I'd never told anyone before. -------------------------------------- I had essentially grown up in a home with no males. My father and motherhad divorced when I was barely seven, and after that I only saw my dad aboutone week out of the year. His work had taken him to Seattle, were he eventuallybegan a new life with a new family. I was an only child, growing up in a house occupied only by myself. My broken legs trailed behind me, useless.?Run piggy,? the woman said. They all laughed.My Master stopped me with the genital chain, pulled me back towards the dark open drain. I could do nothing when the other man slipped the blades of the tool around my smallest toe. The leg was broken and I couldn’t do anything. It flicked into the air when he lopped it off.I was praying for a heart attack, it was indeed hammering along, but no release that way, either. He took them all, and my Master stood. All three of them crept their hands on her thighs. From front and from back too. Her pussy juice was all over her thighs and they rubbed it on her legs. Their hands slowly into her skirt. She somehow controlled and focused on the task. Two hands grabbed her ass and squeezed it.Two hands on her left leg and two on her right. Before the hands reached her pussy she got the black packet. And adjusting her clothes came back quickly and sat in the previous position. She excitedly tried to open it but.