A hand slapped her face; a voice near her ear told her to pull herself together."I'm afraid I did not quite catch that, dear. What was it you said?"Sh... blinked her eyes, forcing them to focus on Oleander's face. Licking her lips, she swallowed hard, taking a deep breath to steady her pounding heart."I didn't kill the bitch," Camille rasped. "She was standing over me when I lost consciousness. Gerhardt lied." Interesting, Mrs. Pavli. But what I asked for was information about your husband." I. .. uhhhhhh hard...My orgasm was painful because my hips wanted to move and there was no way they could; my tummy flexed against itself in ways it was never designed to. But I wouldn't trade that feeling of eating my own pussy for anything. Forget lesbianism, I might just become a narcissist and be done with it!I blacked out for a while. It's not like my lungs had a lot of room to expand in that position, so I guess I was out of oxygen. When I came to, my cunt-coated face was a mess, and my. Mrs. Jones also waswatching wiping her mouth with her hand. She finallyarrived trying not to look at the others and thenturning around bent over with her butt towards each ofthem in turn before taking her seat at the end byCarol. She didn’t even dare to look at them.“You’re such a slut.” Carol finally said. “I hope theyspank that fat ass of yours really good. Wish I couldsee it.”Donna was trying to decide what to say when the dooropen and the maid they saw. " Can I help?" I asked Trough, letting him know I was there. He hadn't taken his eyes from the other large fellow for even a moment."Weaver! You are just in time to help me talk some sense into this dense elkaphant!" Well you could pass for an elkaphant in a dimly lit room yourself Trough. What is the crux of the problem here?" This is Runner Lamphor, owner of the cattle currently resting in our pens, and leader of all the men you see here with him. He contracted with us Through Agent Ash, at.