I know. Starvation is the least I've seen." Keep in touch." Later."The secretary for the tribe was still at her desk."May I meet with the tribal counc...l? I'd like to give them a review and analysis of what I've seen and what I'm doing." Sure. Council meets here at 8:00 first Tuesday of the month. That's tomorrow."Thanks. Bye."I went shopping for food. I had two to feed. I bought infant vitamins, burger, neck bones, corn meal, hash, spuds, carrots, peanut butter, grape jelly and bread.I started. “Why can’t I fuck whom ever my pussy wants?” Whined Joy, as I applied her slutty makeup.“Because your pussy, wants to fuck everything. Now shut up and let me finish.” I said smiling. Besides, Joy knows I can pound than pussy better than anyone else.Joy dressed in a short 6 inch skirt, pink, garter belt and durable slutty stockings, also pink, no panties. Her shoes were clear acrylic stripper shoes with 5 inch heels. 10 inch thick tube top, that when wrapped around her bimbo boobs was more like. Then, madness set in as she fed her finger slowly, forcing it one knuckle at a time, into the tight ring of my ass, working it slowly in and out in time with her talented tongue."I’m g g going to cum…" I warned Kay."Not until you answer one last question, baby. This is for all the marbles. God, you look so hot with another girl eating your steaming pussy. I can’t wait to punish you later. Maybe you’ll get your wish, this time, and I’ll take you down to the park and hang you by your wrist from. Jackson liked it. When she sat down he had caught a glimpse of her thong before her legs crossed. Mr. Jackson was getting a little hard. ‘So Miss Torres, tell me about yourself.’ He asked, doing the formal interview bullshit that came with it. She rambled on about her job and her experience at her previous job. Mr. Jackson pretended to be interested as he wanted to stick his cock in her cunt so he played it cool. ‘If you could please stand up for me. There is some light lifting involved here..