"The blend of the pleasure derived from Fifi's tongue and the fear evoked from Michael's rant is still to this day the most unnerving and frightening ...xperience of my life.I wanted to escape Fifi's tongue, but I couldn't. I wanted to say something to Michael, but I couldn't. I had been scared, worried and fearful many times during my times in Emerald Lake and Chrystal Heights, but at that moment I was terrified and there was nothing I could do. He just kept ranting."How can you not love me! How. She chose to share just enough. “It’s about time you knew. Your dad, expecting a boy, named you Redmond before I woke after giving birth. I hated it, so I just called you Red for short. Is that better?”Red’s shoulders drooped as did her chin. “That’s one reason he’s not here any longer. Now scoot! Get to his mama’s house. You will spend the night there. She has an extra special gift for you this year and our usual holiday gift to cover our mortgage. We need that cash. Go get it before the old. Ever! And after tonight we never speak of it," she looked searchingly into his eyes.William nodded and leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.Petra opened her lips and explored William's mouth with her tongue. William groaned and reciprocated; his hand slid further up her thigh finding the creamy soft flesh above her stocking top. It continued into her lap and found her hard and hot in her panties. He squeezed Petra's panty-clad cock and she moaned; her hand sought out his jeans and he lifted. While they milked they lathered. Apparently this was similar to Lilly’s shower, to clean up and manage the milking parlor for cleanliness as the work wound down. I never in my life dreamed I would ever experience anything like this and especially having been farmed out by my dad as slave labor for almost no wages. I wondered what kid wouldn’t work for free given this opportunity, surrounded by eye candy - extreme, that is if they could take the abuse.They were helping, washing each others hair.