I want to feel your face against my thighs. You fucking pussy. " I couldn't breath as the huge cock thrust up and down my throat, my teeth grazed the ...haft, my lips stretched wide open. "I'm sure you have had bigger than mine in this office " I opened my eyes to see my boss's evil grin looking down at me. Balls slapping my face as saliva ran down my chin. I needed to breath. Hands held my head firm. I struggled to breathe. My boss yanked my head back, the big Black dick covered in drool in. He writes ‘smiles’ ‘Truth or dare?’ ‘Dare!’ I haven’t thought about what I’d dare him to do. In fact, I haven’t thought much about this game at all. I’m so delighted that he is spending some time with me. I think, and he writes: ‘Quiet lady…’ ‘I’m thinking. Hold on.’ I send him a thinking emoticon. Then I hit upon it: ‘Tell me what you’re thinking right now.’ It’s a lame dare, I know, but it’s all I can come up with at the moment. ‘I’m thinking about you.’ His answer is cryptic, and I realize I. .. you won't hurt her?"Drusilla looked as if Buffy had just stabbed her. "I want her to be my mummy. I don't want to hurt her. I would never. She's been hurt enough already."Buffy decided then and there “I invite you into my home."* * *Buffy quietly opened the door of Joyce's' bedroom. She was asleeep, Buffy's slayer senses picking up her shallow breathing. As silently as possible Buffy and Drusilla crept inside.Buffy sat on the edge of the bed, carefully so as not to wake her mother. Drusilla. Is she from Northern Mexico? No, pretty girl, I don't have diesel. How much did you need? Perhaps you could buy some from one of the tuna boats returning from Acajutla. Frowning, she replied, "Tenía pensado quedarme aquí, pero mi yate necesita los seis mil litros." Six thousand liters would only half fill the saddle tanks, but Lenore did not want to lose ten hours to a refuel run the ninety-five or so nautical miles to Acajutla."Seis mil litros. Está jugando mi niña bonita? Con un poco más que.