“God you’re pathetic. I would have never believe thatyou are such an ass-licking piss-drinking little slavebitch –I though that you ...ere a man but I guess I waswrong. You’re just like a girl –and you know what youdo with girl’s, you fuck ’em. And just in case youthink you’re going somewhere.” She stomped my tortured stomach again. I wasn’t goinganywhere. She picked up a bottle of baby oil and alarge dildo that earlier in the evening I. She moves her right foot between his feet and gently teases his legs apart wide enough to allow her space to stand between, all the while still moving with the music. Leaning forward, she puts her hands on the back of the chair and arches her back, pushing her ass into the air. Her ass sticks out as she bends over, legs straight, and her face is down by his chest. She can smell his cologne as she brings her head up level with his to look into his eyes, before moving further up, her breasts. And so it did. With one of his hands still on his cock and the other on my ass, he leaned forward and licked my head, then took it into his mouth, slowly sliding down the length until his nose was almost in my pubes. The sensation was stellar, I could feel his lips around my shaft and his tongue rubbing on my underside. He kept it up for minutes, then I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock, enjoying the hardness while I slid up and down on it. This was making me higher and. .ifthey could find me, that is." Well, Grandmother, it seems like he found us," Alexandra giggled."Has he, hun? Isabeau, what would you do if some stranger observed youusing your gift and you suspected he could not be trusted?" I askedAlexandra's travel companion."EW! EW! I know! I know! I know!" Jack shouted as she waved her handexcitedly in the air. Tish's kids began laughing uncontrollably at herantics.Isabeau stared at Jack with concern. Sam placed a hand to his foreheadand shook his head.