.. whose butt am I tasting? Because that flavor is quite clearly one of ass. Some lucky bitch got her sweet booty porked this morning! I don’t blame...her! She has great taste! Here, honey, you don’t deserve it, but you get to sample some strange tushy from my tongue along with this snowball!” Sahar winked again at me, licked her lips, and planted her mouth on her ex’s, giving him a taste of Jill’s backdoor as well as my hot jizz.The grimace that Dennis gave her told me that he didn’t appreciate. I cannot see, though I am not blindfolded.I am laying on my back on something cold and hard...a marble or granite surface. I am nude as best I can tell. The cool, dank air is tickling my skin all over. There is musky smell in the air. A basement? no. there is something clean about the smell. It's somewhere old, I smell old polished wood, and stone...a church? perhaps.There is a soft droning sound. It's not unpleasant or pleasant. It just consumes the room. It's all I can hear. It's. ..I want to make adeal with you"My Ears open wide and I tell her to go ahead what's this deal? I didn't want to get my hopes up because usually when she asks to make a deal with me i"m usually bringing her somewhere for an extended period of time and I would receive money in exchange for that. But, I was really hoping it would be what I had always wanted! Anyway, she says, "Well how about we go back to your house and you can...you know...do that thing you like doing...my man won't even do it. I turned her onto her side and into a slightly fetal tuck and covered her up.I go around to the other side of the bed and crawl in. I tuck up as close to her as I can. I begin to stroke her hair and talk to her and kiss her. I tell her that Daddy is there and all will be well. I am here it’s OK. We lay like that for probably twenty to thirty minutes. The one really dramatic thing that I remember is the color of her eyes when we were laying there. Her eyes are usually a ‘normal’ blue. .