"Christine, you are so fucking hot," he whispered, twisting my body around so I was facing him. Being pushed around like that had me feeling weird and...disoriented. I was having trouble getting my breath. His face was close and he had a strange smile. He ran a fingertip around my mouth, then rubbed my lower lip. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward. My mouth was still open, and before I knew it his tongue was like practically down my throat.He ran it all around the inside of my. .." I still haven't got used to the complete lack of privacy that the slaves are expected to endure."Mmmm, you probably would," Jo is sympathetic but firm, "but life is different for you now. Off you go and squat."Her use of the word "squat" seems to carry a very odd sexual charge. I find it odd how some words have the way of turning a switch in my brain. For a second, I'm pulled between the sexiness of what she is telling me to do and the embarrassment of actually going whilst another adult. Somehow, he had worked nearly the entire length of his massive rod down my throat. He put his hand on my throat, squeezing my adams apple roughly."Fuck, bitch, your throat is stretched good. But I knew you could do it."With that, he began to fuck my throat with deep, powerful strokes, pulling all but the head from my mouth before pistoning his rod back down my throat, his balls smacking against my exposed face on the downstroke.I struggled to breath through my nose, fearful I would pass out. He had known of her extra package since they were very young and had always loved her unconditionally and, as a result, she had always been very close to him.However, as they had grown older, they had gone away to separate colleges. Ryan had gone away to study fine arts, Sophie Architecture. Ryan had been good, but over his years at college and uni had never found his big break, a few small galleries and exhibitions never enough to pay the bills.Sophie, meanwhile, had excelled, top of every.