But my ASS? Momma, on the other hand, got all practical, asking about lubrication. The Decurion asked her about anal sex and Momma told him that Daddy...wasn't adventurous -- probably an understatement. Then he asked me if I'd had sex at all and I admitted that I hadn't, "I got the permission slip, but I was too scared to volunteer..."The young/old woman, Nana, gave me this odd smile, "You feared that no one would volunteer to do the job, didn't you, Little One? What I can teach you about. “I see someone is a bit hungry,” she said while playfully poking me in the stomach. I smiled back at her and gave a little shrug, to which she reacted by reaching over and slapping my butt. “Come, I need a shower, and then you can buy me breakfast. We can get to know each other a bit,” she said hopping out of bed and heading for the en suite.While she got ready, I decided I'd better find my clothes. I started walking back through the path I thought we took the night before, picking up both. Some bent professionally over bare-backed men, sometimes Karissa steaming over an erect penis. She was an honest student. She always fucked and told and delivered me her tips. I loved counting out our shared haul in reception. Every bill wettening my pussy.I liked it best when Karissa worked in one of the rooms that shared its wall with one of the other workers. Usually, it was Jean. Jean was small, perky tits, her hair wrapped into a bun at the top of her head. She'd been a cheerleader and. With the magazine crumpled in her fist she carried it to the table and threw it down. Too angry to read, she turned to leave the table, but stopped when Shuana said, “Marguerite, you should really read the article. Now! It’s about the Soup Can Award.”Livid at the idea that there was actually an article about the award in the magazine, her face changed from red with rage to white with a cold fury. Shuana, seeing the look on her friend’s face, left the kitchen. She didn’t go far, because she knew.