"Rub the oil into my ass for a while"demanded Brenda. Little Tracey worked the oil with her little hands into the huge white ass staring at her. Trace... felt humiliated wondering how that secretary completed all of these tasks at 20 years older that herself and she was 55! The boss lady was starting to get aroused as her breathing increased. "Ok waif, now you will use both of your tiny hands and spread open my ass cheeks" demanded Brenda. Tracey was really humiliated now but complied. "Ok"said. Dried, the flesh could sustain a person for many hours of hard walking.While the inner and outer flesh could be eaten fresh in small quantities, i.e. not more than one or two fruits in a day, it was best to cook the flesh if you didn’t dry it; unless you were looking for a laxative!The orange flesh tended to take on the flavour of any meat, strong vegetable or flavouring that was also in the pot. The nutmeat provided a lot of the protein, oils, vitamins and minerals that the local races. It made her dampen."Or you become it!" Olivia cackled, and lifted her drink in a mock toast. Then she downed the rest of it, and Rebecca hid her red face behind her own tipped glass."I can understand the draw," she continued. "To submit is a terribly powerful thing. You must trust the person you're with completely. Do you?"'Becca felt heady. "I don't want to talk about this anymore, Olivia. Really." Oh, you're no fun. You're gonna make me pout. What's the matter, don't you trust me?"Rebecca. I could do without the sucking ... that's because my jaw gets tired, but it wasn't that bad either and I love eating pussy.I woke having to pee, so before getting out of bed, I flipped up my legs bringing my cunt to my mouth. I pissed, drinking it all. Morning piss is still bad. Then I licked my over stimulated cunt to a good morning orgasm.I had just finished up when there was a knock on my door. Thank God I locked it. I jumped up grabbing my robe slipped it on and then opened the door. It was.