" Should I be flattered or insulted?" I'm not happy about the age thing, myself. Usually, I get taken for younger a lot because I'm so short. This tim... I seem to be too old. How does it make you feel to hear boys with more hormones than blood in their veins say things like that about you?" It makes me want to go back out there and strut up and down. Maybe they'll say some more nice things. This is all so new to me." New? Why?" Well, when I was their age, I was... overweight. No... I was fat! I. ..”Karajan back hands me. Fresh blood creeps from my upper right lip, where it cut against my teeth. Karajan is not satisfied. He stands, paces—addressing the room, as if it were filled with spectators, as if it were an amphitheatre, a courtroom. “What are you sorry for?" He asked, in control again. "Be specific.” And he turns to me, is still. Glaring. Smirking.He pulls out his knife. Karajan wants specifics.The thought of his hands and shoulders and his knife brings me closer.... . I worked my tongue back and forth, gathering juices along the way. Finally I tongue fucked her hole, and she seem to like that ... a lot. She humped my face forcing my tongue deeper into her fuck hole. It wasn't long until my mouth was flooded with her juices making her moan loud. I licked up her pussy juice as it slowly dripped from her pussy, cleaning her before she stood up. She tasted pretty damn good."That was good whore. I'll have to get more of that tongue later." She said as she walked. "I'm looking forward to meeting all the guys this weekend. It was really nice of him to invite me to be a member. As a matter of fact, you and your husband both have made me feel right at home."Sherry had sat down on his sofa before he finished that sentence. She almost immediately crossed her beautiful lets and started to swing her foot perhaps to draw his attention. It didn't matter because she had King's full attention as it was.He could feel the bulge in his pants getting larger as she.