“And then there were seven,” Carol continued, looking over those remaining. “I understand anyone deemed unacceptable will be spending some time ...ith Baozhai ... imagine how pleasant that will be...”“You’re mean,” Jason murmured.“When I need to be,” Carol replied softly.“All right, ladies,” she continued, “time for inspection.”Down the line, she and Jason examined them physically, handling breasts, fondling asses, checking body odor, sniffing crotches, feeling legs, checking their breaths.“We. . . and you're gonna love it - just like your momma." Oh, no," she yelled and tried to squirm away, but he held her down in a vise-like grip. Fear spread through her body.The last of Uncle John's cum was dripping in Cindy's wet pussy, mixing with her cum juice. His cock gave a final twitch and finally was still. Every ounce of morrow had been sucked from his body by his young niece's demanding, ever juicy, always cumming cunt. Her body had squirmed beneath him; hips grinding, demanding. Her. She ducked into the storage room on the pretense of filling the ale pitcher again.He saw a flash of skirts and knew she had gone into the back room. He strode from his table. He so relished a chase like this.He paid for his room and went into the storage room. He pocketed his key and stopped to listen. She was around the other side of the kegs. He slipped around them and found her with her forehead pressed into her hands. He walked up behind her and pulled her to him. It was a moment of sheer. At the sight of her shaven pussy he involuntarily groaned, feeling his hard cock throb urgently with the desire to thrust into her cunt. She must have heard him for she momentarily lifted her head and looked around to see if she was alone. She still didn't look up and see him and her fingers slid back between her thighs and began stroking her clit. He freed his cock from his trousers and began stroking it to the same rhythm she was using on her clit. Soon her gasps became moans as she rubbed.