I'm cuuuuuummmiiiiiinnng,"she moaned hoarsely and spread her cunt lips wide open for them to watch herspray her quim juice like the white of an unboil...d egg along her thighs.There was no stopping Jill. Her head whipped forward and her pink tongue dived intoKyla's gash to suck greedily every drop of juice bubbling out of her sex hole. Sheburied her face into the furry patch and slurped away at the cunt nectar like shemight never get a taste again."Dirty bitch," grinned John, slapping his wife's. Picking up the book she had just begun, written by an ex-network newscaster, she settled into an easy chair."Cameras?" asked Hans as they viewed the front of Tammy's apartment building."One covering the entrance, one in the lobby and one in the elevator." None on the individual floors." No. We're safe." Good. Now make sure you keep your face hidden." I know the routine, Hans. Keep my face hidden but make sure hers is in plain sight." He smiled. "And put on a show." Yes, you always enjoy that,. God damn does that mother fucking prick make me mad," she said to herself, the hatred filling the air all around us.I was surprised by her colorful language. Not that I hadn't heard it before, it's just that she had always appeared to be this sweet and innocent little girl. Apparently not.Jokingly, I said. "Where did a young girl like you learn such nasty words as those?"Christina gave me a disapproving stare, and then her tone in her voice shifted to be a little more throaty and sultry. "Oh. "Stay right there, young lady! I'm not through with you yet, rest assured. Under what circumstances did I tell you you could fuck Mr. Brandywine today?" she demanded."None at all?" Correct! Since your memory seems to be in such excellent working order, perhaps you could reiterate for me what my precise instructions were?"Corky, still lying beneath his model, was apparently being ignored for the time being by both parties. Though this seemed preferable to the imaginable alternatives, it can not.