Mmmmmm what's this slut? she pulled my cock out of the leg of my workout shorts, hmmmmmm? My cock Mistress. her mouth was still agonisingly close to h...rs, she looked me in the eyes. No bitch, slut's don't have cocks, so what is this pathetic hard thing between your legs? My clit Mistress? That's right. With that she spat into her hand and rubbed her spit into the head of my clit. And why do you have a clit slut? Because I am a little sissy bitch mistress. I am your sissy fuckhole. I'm just a. She pointed out that the Port Authorities authorised the treatments, not her. They countered that she brought a contagious disease into the city.Again, she countered and said that he’d not developed the ulcers until after the doctor on the ship treated his rash. Also, two other people who had the same rash and didn’t go to the ships doctor didn’t get sick like her husband did. The hospitals own records showed that what she said was true. So, the Port Authorities had to pay for Albert’s doctor. That monday while at work I was a nervous wreck I wasnt sure how I was going to handle Leon.That afternoon when I got to the house Leon was waiting for me with a big smile on his face.The first thing I told him was that he was here to work and to stay away from me thinking maybe this would intimidate him.The first hour went good Leon stayed in the kitchen working and I stayed in the living room.Leon then came into the living room and I told him that he was supposed to stay away from me.Ignoring. Katrina was slightly bothered. Sheknew King sometimes slept in Lisa’s room, but he hadnever been there before when she spied on her sister.Hoping he wouldn’t notice her and come over toinvestigate, thus giving her away, Katrina stared hardat Lisa.Lisa gently eased her blankets off her, her hands goingstraight between her legs. As Katrina watched herfingers pinch and stroke, she heard Lisa mumbling toherself.‘Oh my God, I’m so wet tonight. Does my pussy ever needsome.