Small said he had goons working for him that spy and check up on thesegirls. The girls also have a permanent, implanted transmitter (kind oflike a 'bl...ck box' on planes) that not only monitors what they say, butit can monitor what they wear, where they go, and even what they think.Dr. Small said it was an enjoyable task reviewing these reports. It wasalmost impossible to see any of the girls enjoying what they were doing.99.999% of the time, he said, the "girls" were sexually. “Mmm,” he simply uttered with a curious look, as if evaluating whether pussy may possibly not be my thing.“Well, pussy isn’t for everyone,” he then stated, with his eyes licentiously trying to read my expression.After placing his piece of cake on a small plate, I handed it to him with his cup of coffee. Before I could offer him a spoon, however, Huck lifted the cake off his plate and wolfed it down. Once done, the next bit of behaviour from him was deliberately suggestive.After using one of his. "She might not like it." Oh she's liking it all right," Tracy said as she slipped off her top and now sat completely naked atop Lynn's face, her breasts heaving with passion. "You like this black pussy, don't you, Lynn?"Lynn slid her hands up along Tracy's body and squeezed her black tits firmly, driving her tongue deeper into her cunt sending Tracy into ecstasy."Oh my God, she DOES like it!" Monica cried. "Lynn fucking loves to eat black pussy!" She quickly removed her own clothes and joined. "I can haul myself up here without one, I think. It's a good workout anyway." I'll help boost you," Keri said, standing in front of me and putting her hands on my knees. "On the count of three?" Sure," I said, bracing my arms on the rim of the attic opening."One... two... three!"As I hauled my upper body into the attic, Keri pushed on my legs. Problem was, she pushed too much "forward" and not enough "upward," so my waist bent and my legs swung away from her, just a little bit. This caused her.