I’d seen a****ls do it on our farm, of course, but still didn’t know people did it. Guess I made a noise, cause I looked toward Miz Jean and, horr...rs, she looked straight back! ‘Mose, is that you over there? You come here right now!’, she exclaimed. I slunk over like a whipped pup, and could hear her thinkin’ out loud, ‘Christ, I needed that money and I need this job and I aint lettin this runt ruin this for me.’ I was the runt she was speakin’ of, and felt like one, though when I sidled up I. I stick my ass out as I toss my hair back and forth, scanning the room for a nice American man. All the other girls are doing pretty much the same. Everyone has their own little tricks. I scan the room for the man with the nicest shoes and make my way over to him. My mother told me to always look for Ferragamos, Guccis, Pradas, and Versace. I find my guy: Mr. Ferragamo. I make my way over to him. He sees me coming across the bar. He's been staring at me for a while now. I give him an open. He pushed on her back and she bent over slightly, immediately feeling his tongue licking her pussy. She stepped out of her panties with one foot and spread her legs open a bit. His tongue spread her pussy lips apart and penetrated her pussy. He had his hands on her hips and moved her back and forth, riding on his tongue. It was stiff and long and hard, and she soon felt that familiar feeling rising in her. In less than a minute she had an intense orgasm as he continued fucking her with his. Keep it. He smirked. Dont worry i will make shure my brothers dont touch you for another few days if you play your cards right we just might leave you be, but fowl up and its game over. This fact bothered the young female, she now had pups to look after and they were easy targets for her brute captors. Another 7 months passed, she managed to keep her childern alive this long but what she didnt like was that they were calling the three males. they were calling them uncles, unforcinatly the pups.