Her body began to shake violently and she gasped for air as she came hard on my finger. My cock was hard as a rock and pressing against my jeans. I sl...wly slowed my pace with my finger in her pussy and let her body relax. When she finally opened her eyes and looked at me a big sexy grin spread across her lips. I pulled my hand from her pants and place my middle finger against her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked my finger cleaning her juices from it. Her eyes stared into mine and I could. Lou's strength seemed to increase even as each morsel passed his lips. The moisture did the most good. His blistered, cracked lips soaked up every drop they could. His swollen tongue softened. He even had enough saliva now to swallow whole bites of the cooked meat. Every bite held a taste of pure exultation. He might never admit how close he had come to giving up, but he could feel confidence in his own survival filling him as the roasted rabbit slid down his throat.Lou wiped his hands on his. "Carol jumped in, and said, "Yes! I'll start doing that as soon as we get home. If Mom or Dad tell you to do something, just tell me. No, that's silly. I'll talk with Mom and Dad and get them to tell me in the first place. They already know I'm serving you, and that'll work a lot smoother." Haha. I can't imagine Mom and Dad letting me out of my chores. Good luck on that!"Carol firmly expressed, "They'd better! I'll make sure of it. I am your SERVANT! It's exactly what I should be doing."Oh, she. " He was talking some shit like that anyway.He had dreams of being a great danseur but the big dummy could not walk and chew gum at the same time and I figured that listening to music, dancing and moving with the flow of the music would be way beyond his abilities. And yes that is the way he spelled it, danseur. Dancer was not good enough; he had to be a danseur.But still, his mother gave great head and was a wild fuck so what the hell. It is not like Brad was actually costing me anything out.