"You eat my pussy so good!" Judy moaned into the phone. She did not know Paul was so talented with his tongue. Judy never tried to get him to eat her ...ut in the car because they never had the time. She looked down at Paul passed the grey pleated skirt that was brunched up around her belly she wore to work that day. Her white pinstripes shirt was wide open with her tits hanging loose. She had taken her bra off in the office before getting into Paul's car."I love eating your pussy. I'll suck your. ‘It’s heavenly!!’ She wanted more. She wanted that delicious swollen pole of his inside her! She raised her leg and hooked it back over his. ‘Take me Dennis, please!!! Take me!!!’ she groaned when the tip of his cock plowed between her juicy vaginal lips. She slid her hand through her pubic hair and guided the tip of the young man’s mighty poker so that the next time Dennis thrust forward, it slid into her, filling her, thrilling her. ‘Darling!!!’ she moaned, ‘Oh, darling!!!!’ Dennis felt. I grinned at her. I didn't know what she took in school, but I suddenly had a strong feeling she studied French and was merely testing me. I may not eat French food often—other than when I was in Orleans—but I had someone who not only knew French, but was a decent cook herself."That's Coq au vin with haricot verts and leeks," I said, sounding like I actually knew what I was talking about. "It's rooster cooked in a red wine sauce served with a green bean native to France and, well, leeks," I. " Slave?" wondered Zee. Was she hearing right?"Yeah, of course. Slave. You don't have them in your part of the solar system, do you? Here, everyone's got one. Well, those who can afford them, that is. We've had Themira for months now. She's not worn out yet!" Anastasia laughed indulgently. "And that's despite Father's best attempts!"Zee frowned. "Slave? The girl's a slave. How can that be? Slavery's not existed for millennia. And anyway, what's the use for a slave? Robots and machines do.