While I was doing that, Bill had a bag of mixed herbs and he was rubbing it into the skin and the cavity of the turkey. He was rubbing hard and really...pressing the mixture into the pores of the bird and when I say rubbing, I’m not talking about anything gentle. Bill was working up a sweat, but he didn’t seem to mind.“Bill that seems like a lot of work for one turkey.” I said as I wiped the sweat off his head during a break from cutting wings.“No! Not at all, especially after Gwen told me that. I hate having sharp, dirty, grungy fingernails in my puss. That has no erotic charge for me, I get more of a buzz from changing my tampon or wiping my ass with paper and my clean fingers. I'm putting all this down because Gerald should have written the book for seventh-grade boy's health class on the right way, the sexy way (funny how that word never came up in all my health classes) to finger a woman's cunt. So that she wants that from you every time you meet, whatever the situation, for the. "I want to suck your cock, mistress, I want to wrap my lips all around itand make you cum down my throat." That's better, bitch," she said, holding out her cock straight at mymouth.Eagerly, I leaned forward and began to tongue her cock, making it harderand harder before swallowing a large part of the length of it andstarting to suck and lick it."Wow, you really are becoming quite the cocksucker. Just like your daddy,so eager for cum. Does it turn you on that this same hard cock in yourmouth has. I move forward towards the rail. The music drifts up and I sway my hips leaning on the banister looking down at the crowd.I see you at the bar. The bartender pointing up to where I'm standing and you catch me watching you. You make your way across the dance floor and up the stairs."You're not trying to ditch me are you?" you say as your eyes travel the full length of me."Not you, just your wife," I reply sipping my drink, batting my eyelashes."Not my wife," you tell me."Well, your 'girlfriend'.