She looked at my coyly from behind the false eyelashes. ‘TALK TO ME YOU WHORE!’ I yelled. ‘RESPECT, YOU MOTHA’ FUCKER!’ she yelled back. I...was stunned. ‘You fuckin’ little shit. You think you can cheat me outta m’ money?’ ‘What do you want?’ I asked her defeated. I knew she could ruin me. ‘Ten thousand dollar. All cash.’ ‘!0000! I don’t have that kinda money.’ ‘Borrow it, steal it. I don’t care. Get it to me by tonight.’ I was lying. I make over $200,000 a year. 10,000 was nothing but I. Her trembling legs keep causing her to loose her balance and sit down straight into the bowl of cum, glazing her pretty buttocks. Lucy has one of the Goblin's spoons in one hand (a ladle for someone of her size) which she uses to furiously shovel the Goblins's cum from underneath her into her starving mouth. The cum, which she also spoon-feeds Pussy when the Goblin is asleep, is enough to keep them alive, a bit longer, but it's not enough to survive on forever. Lucy has a plan to escape. There. Auntie Beck danced by and the Cheese pulled her out of the line. He whispered in her ear. She smiled, then nodded as she eyed the scout, and pulled the man into the dance. She leaned into the man and said, "I won." Won what?" The blowjob contest." Auntie Beck giggled as the scout suddenly had a hard time dancing. She looked at his protruding loincloth. "You should let me fix that problem for you." She took him to her tipi, "Carol! I've got a live one here, wanna help?" That's two," the Cheese. She sighed."Can I ask you a very personal question? Please understand, I'm not being judgmental or criticizing in the least. I've picked up certain implications from things that Sarah has mentioned, and things I've seen myself; do you have a... physical relationship... with your daughters also? It's ok if you do; I'm not going to tell anyone or be horrified or anything like that. It's also ok if you don't want to tell me; I'm just curious." She looked at me questioningly. It was my turn to.