"Cum in my mouth! I need it all, baby!" She gripped Monica's ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly."Eat it all, Lynn. Don't leave a fucking drop," Monica...said to her friend. "You seem like you really know what you are doing, girlfriend." Relaxing her grip on the headboard, she looked down at Lynn's matted blonde hair, the juices of the three black girls covered her face, dripping down onto her throat and onto the pillow.Monica rolled over allowing Lynn to sit up. Stephanie had risen to her feet,. "I understand." "Please don't hate me," she said, running her hands through the short tufts of my hair. "It was your father's idea to do this to you in the first place. As I guess you're about to see. If I could have convinced him to help me undo it, I would have. You have to know that. But you know how stubborn your father can be once he puts his foot down. Like he thinks it's an affront on his manhood to back down, even if he comes to accept that he was wrong." I kissed her nose. "It's really. ’ Luke thought that her greeting was a little abrupt, but he was in too much of a hurry to want to spend time chit chatting anyway. He followed her through her door and into her office. When Ms. Lily stepped behind her desk, Luke saw that there were two other people in the room. As his eyes adjusted to the lighting, he realized that it was Dakota and Lazeras. Before Luke could move toward Dakota, though, Ms. Lily said sternly, ‘Please have a seat, Luke.’ ‘Luke,’ Ms. Lily began gravely, ‘Luke,. Then she added: "So, before I go, I will take care of you as usual."That was code."What's it been since you were locked up? A week?" She glanced up from her magazine, and tilted her head to one side, waiting for his reply."It's been 14 days," Roger replied."Really?" Cynthia said, slightly frowning."Yes," her husband replied."Hmmm," Cynthia said, putting her magazine down on the coffee table in front of her. "Well then," she smiled, "I guess it's time I saw to that." Oh yes," Roger replied,.