‘Hey,’ a voice, from the right side of us, said in tone of fear and nervousness. ‘Adam, can you come here, and help me with my assignment?’ So...happens, the voice was coming from a girl by the name of Elisabeth Marie Patterson, a young lady of high-class standards. Though she was all classy, she did not let her status get in the way of her relationships with people. Elisabeth never took anything for granted and was always grateful for what she had or received. As I replied, ‘Yes, I’ll be there. . After what felt like an eternity, I get a reply, my heart racing I go to open the message and it reads "she's still working the monster, her little hands aren't enough, I'm trying convince her to lick my balls she won't budge, but she keeps fondling em and telling me there huge!" I reply "you weren't suppose to ask for anything until the end and just if she wanted to blow you that was it!" I sent the message and didn't get a reply for another 10 minutes I realized Robert is not as nice as I. They continuously fucked twice. Then they all requested me for squirt, so I pissed a mouthful to all one by one. Then I went to rest room for defecate, and Alia’s eldest bro followed me, I sat on pot and dropped big piece of chocolate and got relaxed with fart. He took shower and watched me. When I took water mug to wash my butthole, he asked, “Can I clean your hole, Mala mom??” Hariya did this many times in field. I passed the mug to him, and bent over basin. But I shocked and said, “OMG!!!. Betty’s tough bravado was coming undone, her own breath trembling as her strength left her. Like with Sonja the night before, since I was depriving her of sight, her body compensated by over-processing all other stimuli. Every physical sensation was magnified to make up for the loss of information.I reached her belly, flat and smooth. She was especially ticklish here. I focused on her navel, first blowing on it, then dropping a dollop of saliva into it. She shuddered as my spit filled her belly.