It was an implied, or inferred, threat. I wasn't sure which word was accurate."Not to worry, George!" I chuckled. "Michelle doesn't give me any shit. ... have her ironing my underwear and folding my socks. I even told her I was going to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and to have my Sergeant Pepper jacket packed."George looked at me funny, but didn't seem able to form a response, so I smiled again and left his office.That evening after dinner I asked Michelle if she managed to order our tickets."I. She had the money. She would buy her friend's freedom and provide her passage back to America. It was the least she could do. As her anus was filled again, this time by a strap on dildo, a plan began to form in Mioki's mind.The next day after Tiana had completed her daily discipline with the whip, Mioki slid off the rail and, head down, asked, "May the sow ask something of her mistress?" What do you want?" The sow would like to ask about a slave she used to know." What slave?" Her name was. “What do you say we grab a seat and I can play third wheel, I’m in the mood for some gossip.”“We’re not dating.” Jess said with finality. “However, I am open to socialization. It’s Friday, I’ve got nothing to do for the rest of the day.”The three of them sat at the table. Mark set his coffee down first, which Marie swooped up and took a sip of, which she immediately regretted. “Jesus Mark! What the fuck is that! It’s like coffee but spicy? I don’t have the words.”“I assume it’s so no one will. She flattens her tongue to the underside of my shaft and runs it up to my head, kissing the tip with her puffy lips, before gently pulling my foreskin down and sucking on my head. I groan softly as she presses her lips together over me, salivating on me as her warm saliva runs down my shaft.Massaging my balls gently in her hand, she sinks her mouth farther down my shaft, pressing her lips against my balls before dragging her mouth up my cock and sucking on my head; pumping my slippery.