" Well ... that'll be different," Petra said with a wrinkled brow. "Most of the senior people don't mix with us peons." I was a peon for many years, P...tra. I don't forget where I came from and don't be fooled by the vice president title. It's new and shiny and unused. Around my office in Vancouver everyone calls me Dex. We don't stand on formality." I'd get fired or maybe shot if I didn't call all the senior people Mister," she said. "This place is pretty 'old-school' in my opinion." I've only. I obeyed her. By the time baby stopped crying. She got her dress and asked me to take care of the baby. She went to a corner of the room. Her buttocks groove was clearly visible. She went behind a screen and changed the cloth.In the afternoon both my bhabhis served me food. While eating lunch together I touched Punya bhabhis legs with my feet. My feet went up to her thighs but she didn’t hesitate as Seema bhabhi may notice. After lunch Punya bhabhi was washing plates. Her round ass raised my. "Finally, Amy Sue gets up the courage and asks what they're all doing here."Well," one of the whores says. "We're all Tribal sex slaves. Most of us are escaped Lesbonian slaves who have been converted into Tribal sex slaves and whores. We're all about to get our pussies whipped for failing to make our 'fuckin' quota' last month. How about you two? I see you're not numbered yet. Why are you here?" We're here to explain to the Judge that our arrest in Lesbonia was a mistake," I say."Silly bitch,". Olivia paused and looked back at Gina one last time. Did Gina think her a terrible slut now? The excited look in Gina’s eyes said no; and in any case it was too late to turn back. Olivia used her nose to nudge Claire’s legs apart and burrowed between them. Claire tasted wonderful – a subtler flavor than Gina, but fresh, ripe, and little perfumey.Gina leaned in for a closer look. She was surprised to find that she didn’t feel jealous – just excited, wet, even a little proud of how self-assured.