”Ms. Sloane may be the Brains of the Outfit, but I quickly induced her strategy. She had shortened and shortened the presentation. More photos, grap...ics, less words.My sainted mother chipped in, “You’re good-looking, Birdie Brewster, a real crowd pleaser. They’ll like you on sight.”Auntie Pru said, “Check your zipper.”Ms. Sloan nodded, “On my list.”Monday night, the eve of the G-Day presentation. I realize, looking back with 20-20 foresight, that the Sisters and Ms. Sloane and Trish had planned. ” After a brief cab ride, James and Bayonetta found themselves at a luxurious spa. Upon entering the facility his Domina went to the counter and announced they had an appointment for a mud bath. Based on the wide-eyed looks from the proprietor and her employees, they didn't get a lot of people dressed in latex looking to get muddy.The couple were escorted to a private spa room and told to use the phone on the wall if they needed anything. The smell of warm, earthy gunk assaulted James' nose as. “Oh yes daddy, you cunt licking cock sucker…eat me…eat my cunt you fucking bastard! Aaaaaaahhh…shit…I love your tongue on my pussy daddyyyyyyyy!!”At the same time Susan was cumming from her daddy’s tongue, John was unloading a bellyful of cum into Bertha’s mouth. “That’s it, you dumb fucking bitch…eat my cum. Swallow like your whore daughter does for the boys at school.”It was obvious to all that Joe and Bertha were defeated…that their lives would never be the same. They didn’t know how, but. ” Rosanna countered, feeling her hunger returning with a vengeance. “He’s right, Rosita. Let them have what they want and you keep your life.” As if reading Rosanna’s mind, she rose from the couch and went to the kitchen. “By the way, I’m Carla Romero.” She put out her hand to Leander. “Thank you for your help. Would you like to stay for dinner?” “I’m Leander Collins, a friend of a friend. Thank you. That sounds wonderful. I was only going home to a Hungry Man dinner anyway.” “No, no. You.