“Ahhhhh! YES! …FUCK! YES!”“Yes what?”He was now stroking her G-spot as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.“YES! You make me wet!” she whi...pered.“Good girl.”His fingers slowed and he leaned in to taste her.She still tasted like strawberries, he thought.“oh… oh… OH…OH! YES!” She was moaning uncontrollably now.Removing his fingers, he began to suck her clit as she squirmed, swirling around it with his tongue.She arched her back to meet his mouth and he plunged his tongue into her tight, sweet cunt,. . . ‘, Mike drawled, ‘I was hoping you could help point a newcomer in the right direction for getting a job.’ Chrissy looked at him suspiciously. ‘Just who is it that needs a job?’ she asked. Mike’s face broke into a huge smile. ‘Sweetheart, you’re looking at him!’ he said. Chrissy felt the blood drain out of her face once again. ‘Wh-what are you talking about?’ she stammered. Mike moved over to one of her chairs and dropped down into it. ‘Well, when I got back, I packed up my bags, locked. I met her when my dad and I stopped at their house because they had a sign out saying that they sold fishing worms. I started seeing her at her house. Either my dad would drop me off or I would walk or hitch hike to get to see her. She was again younger than me. Dianne was only 4'11" and only weighed 91 pounds. I tried to get something sexual going with her but her mother had told her that sex was an awful thing that she would have to let her husband do it to her after she was married, but. We could help them. Run a sort of training school. 'Slave Keeping 101' that sort of thing."Freddie was thinking. He didn't say anything. Elly cut in, "And we'd use Sarah and Brian's family as the teaching aids?" That was my thought," I said. "Look this isn't a fully formed idea by any means. It needs a proper plan and..." No," said Clegg. I felt defeated. "No, it doesn't need a plan. I think we should try it. We've got the resources. Let's see if it works. It's the sort of thing we should be.