"Lift your legs up again," he told her, using that arrogant commanding voice of his.Dee swallowed hard, "I… I don't like that. It's gross, please ...on't," she begged, but she lifted her legs again anyway, obeying Patrick's authoritative tone.“How do you know if you enjoy it or not, you never had anyone do it to you,” he told her and placed his tongue against her butthole once more."It's just gross and I know I won't… oh damn that feels good!" Dee gasped as Patrick's wet, warm tongue entered. Eventually, she remembered that there was something she needed to check and she rolled over onto her hands and knees with her face close to the floor. Tentatively, the put a hand behind her and slid it over her butt and into her crack. She ran her middle finger down along her crack until she felt it come to a spot where her flesh seemed to end. Her finger paused at the edge of the hole, then ventured out into space, seeking the far side. When she didn't find it in what she thought was a. Maybe ... You know ... that preacher could heal you. You know. Make you well and all. Then the money wouldn't be so important." Louie was much more concerned for his friend not having the money to pay for a cure than he was over the loss of the money itself."Holly fucking shit! You can't be serious! You don't really believe there's such a thing as divine healing do you? How fucking dumb are you anyway?" Art shook his head in bewilderment."Well ... I don't know..." Louie was hurt by Art's. Her feet were strapped into slim black shoes with five-inch heels. Otherwise, she was naked, except for a tiny, white lace apron. The apron tied behind her back and hid her trim blonde pubic hairs only by the most vivid imagination.I studied her for a few minutes. She maintained an erect, expectant posture, as a proper servant should. Then I motioned towards my coffee cup. “More, please.”“Of course, sir.” She leaned at the waist slowly, giving me a good view of big tits swinging in my face, and.