I have every confidence that you will eventually adjust to life as a bitch and be happy. If I didn't truly believe that, I would never subject you to ...his horror. I do know you find this a horror and totally disgusting, but that will pass. If I'm wrong, and you haven't adjusted by the time you're eighteen, you'll have your own life and can make your own decisions, but until then, I make them for you, and I say you are a bitch. We won't discuss this subject anymore, will we?"Eve shook her head. The panties, or thong, whatever there’re called was class though; all sparkling with fake diamonds and obviously expensive. The hell with it I though, why not fuck her and chuck her out? She would probably flake out anyway.She lay out on the couch and giggled a bit at the coolness of the leather after I had laid her dress to one side and had myself a feel of those pert little tities. Her breath smelled stale from the vodka when I kissed her, but those breasts made up for it.Ah, but then I found. I went straight to my knees and sat back on my heels. I was almost grateful to escape from that hungry, overpowering kiss, to clear my head. I washed Bull's feet carefully, getting between the toes. Then the calves, and up the top of the thighs, in long slow, soapy strokes. I avoided his cock, and stood up. On tip toes I washed Bull's face and bald head, then shoulders and chest. Bull raised his arms and I washed his arm pits. He turned his back, leaning into the wall. Down I went again,. Before I knew it L. had taken all of me down to the balls. I could not be sure but I think I felt L.'s tongue on my balls. I was lost in the ecstasy, the world stopped and I knew this was the best blowjob to date. L. continued to assault my dick from the tip to the balls and back again. L. was taking it nice and slow. No rush, no pushing to make me come. L. was enjoying it as much as I was. If I had to put a number on it from one to ten, this was definitely a 20....no questions asked.It.