The house looked both austere and embellished, with flourishes at the attic roof and columns at the entrance, but otherwise flat and gray. It had to b... at least two centuries old."Welcome to the Pereire Chateau," said the chauffeur with a deep voice and heavy French accent, the only words he ever spoke."The Jewesses," I said.Eva nodded, telling me as we exited the limousine, "This is where the Double Q rehearse. In fact it is where they stay. The basement has studios, including a really great. I knew you were secretly fantasizing about eating those creampies. I know you love a warm creamy mess. And I can feel in my hand that you know you’re going to be getting one tonight. You will. A nice seven-day mess.’ She took off her underwear. Her pubis and her lips were completely bald. Smooth as silk.She took my hand, brought it to her wet slit. ‘It’s going to be a smooth, hairless pie for you tonight. I’ve been getting ready for this all week. ’‘So have I’, I moaned.‘I knew you would get. I started to walk behind him and he suddenly pinned me against the wall with his ass. He moved his ass up and down until he had forced me down low enough that my face was even with his asshole. He then lifted his tail and pushed back, forcing my face into his ass. I could not move. He was not hurting me, and he kept rubbing his asshole on my lips. After a couple of minutes, I got the hint. He wanted me to eat his asshole out. As I ate his ass out, Stretch knickered and whinnied and farted. It didn't look like food, but I was famished. I went over and stuck a finger in the gelatinous mess on the floor. It tasted of nothing really, but it wasn't too bad. I ate what was there. I had no idea when I might eat again. A spout appeared in the floor and I drank water that tasted distilled. That is, no flavor at all. It shut off as I was gulping what I could. I had been sitting there on my pad for what seemed like hours, attempting to get some of the other women to communicate with hand.