Mmmm. Licking in-between my nylon feet. I closed my eyes.Karen laughed out loudly. “Ha-ha-ha, You are not worth 5 mil. I'll buy you for 1 mil!”‘...hat? She’d really give me a mil?’ I was so fucking confused.I sat in a cafe with my teacher, all dressed up as Victoria, eating brunch, getting my nylon feet sucked by the waiter, and Karen’s hosed feet was rubbing my pantyhose crotch. And now she wanted to buy me!? I didn't know if this was a cruel joke of some sort, but I played along.“What about 4. " Sandy blinked at the middle-aged woman across the desk. The clerk wore a friendly smile and didn't seem pained by the mention of treatments for her husband, so Sandy simply thanked her and walked back up the stairs to where her road atlas waited.08:30 Sunday, June 30th, 1991Naval Medical Center Oakland (Oak Knoll)Oakland, CA"It'll be between four and eight hours, Sandy." Sandy had parked the truck after dropping Ben off, then she and Lenore walked in to find Ben stuck in triage hell. "I guess. I was certainly fearful, but Lynn assured me that she would go slowly and I would end up enjoying it as much as she would love to introduce it to me. She kneeled again in front of me, and using a free hand slid her fingers between the pillows and down the crack of my ass behind my balls, gently stroking me to lessen my anxiety. She was telling me how much she loved me and how I would be surprised at the feel. She dripped quite a bit of lube over the narrow tip, letting me see the whole. . slave’s ... TONGUE?” Vanessa screamed and creamed herself in a hurry as I plowed her doggy-style on my bed.“Yep, definitely had to do that ... you need to get used to this if you’re going to be my wife, dear. Tamara will be servicing you, just as she services me ... and Wendy ... and Brittany. A lot of that will be rimming on her part. Make no mistake about that. She’s my slut, my slave, and I can make her do whatever I wish! You can tell that she enjoys it, too, can’t you? Deep down, all of.