You asked me again "hmm...do you like to eat your own asshole or your own pussy juice?" i still couldn't answer. you then went behind me and began to ...pank my white ass, alternating from cheek to cheek and saying, "answer slave, what taste do you like better?" after less than a minute my tender behind was inflamed and had became your favourite colour a bright pink. i blurted out "my pussy". "that's a good girl" you responded. "your pussy? we'll see about that" you then lubricated your index. She is there mostly in Sarees where she ties it mid riff else she would be in pants. She was very close to me and in fact the couple was close to me and we had quite a few outing together. She would speak to me sometime in the evening when she used to come down and spend some time just before her husband came home.It was one weekend and I had no office. My family along with the cousins went to a short trip to Mysore and surrounding places and as they went I said a bye and was closing the gate. “We have to hurry the son of a bitches are raping the girls.” We all raised our rifles and looked through the scope s We all cursed under our breath, On the front porch of the cabin one of the escapees had one of the girls bent over the hand rail and he was raping her.. 'Dotty what is your range' 'As far as you can see' ' What if I am looking through a scope' 'That will work' Boys when I say go move quietly but as fast as you can. I will take care of the guy on. These ladies had experience with Tuull AIs, even if the awakened Dora was a little different from the ‘norm.’ They carefully prepared, even to the point of enlisting Katie and Betty to rehearse the family’s younger children. As they transported aboard, each individual faced the ship’s avatar and stated, “Good morning Lolli.” When the smaller contingent was aboard, they formed into a choir and sang Animal Crackers In My Soup. The happy AI skipped its five-years-old, sailor-suit-clad, curly.