The kitchen had two purposes, and two things were done there. One was preparing and serving food for the crew of the brothel, and cooking gourmet dish...s for the high-paying clients. The other was mass production of cheap, and tasteless pulp, which the girls were fed. It was designed to keep them strong and healthy, but thin, without any consideration for flavour or texture. Only the girls which gained high privileges were allowed to eat the leftovers from the guests.The girls talked about how. I'm leaving for work. Bye." I climbed in my pick-up, slammed the door and gripped the wheel tightlyfor a minute. I took a deep breath to keep from screaming, and started upmy truck. I usually never smoke unless I'm on break at work, or drinkingbeers with Jill. Today I needed a smoke, so I lit up a Marlboro and suckedon it all the way to the supermarket. I pulled up and Jill was standingoutside talking to Rickey. I hadn't really thought about it last night,but the boy we made cum in his. Then the New Jersey turnpike and onto Maryland. I still had a- little money on me from my ill adventure to the convenience store so we got some gas, Micky D's, cigarettes etc.The only thing lacking was some booze for the guys, as I don't drink, not that I am a teetotaler, I just can't. And some CD's for me to listen to in the car. The person we stole the car from had only some rap shit, we threw those out the window miles before and all we could get on the radio was country music and after. Her breath was warm on my pussy as her teasing fingers neared closer and closer. My pleasure swelled inside me. I squeezed harder on my clit, working my thighs to massage my bud.That's it, I whispered in my imagination. You can apologize with that delicious tongue of yours.I bit my lip as my fantasy-Angela licked her tongue through my pussy. Her tongue was lithe, stirring through my folds as she moaned in delight. My fantasy savored the taste of my pussy before her lips wrapped around my clit..