Knowing that Ruth was prone to leaving her cell phone in the familyroom, she found it and scrolled through the call history. Even thoughit had been m...nths since her transformation she still felt an electricjolt of fear to see that Ruth had called her sister and spoken foralmost fifteen minutes.If they were coming for her, she knew that she had at least an hourbefore they could be here, but she was sure that they were coming.Adrenaline drove her now as she silently but quickly went back to. Nene draws a finger through and between those, lower lips, and then brings the finger to my lips. For the very first time I taste her. She tastes like Nene. This is not Flor. This is Nene filling my senses. My hand finds her breasts and rolls a nipple, pinching it, cupping her little breasts. Nene sighs. She moves. We are now side-to-side, and face-to-face. A hand reaches behind my head and pulls me in to her lips. Her tongue enters me. Her breath enters me. Her aroma fills my head. My senses. And hers wasn't the only whip pelting it.The boy's reactions to whipping truly were adorable: convulsing and crying as though this was as bad as them hurting him would get! He would soon think differently.After a good warm-up whipping, the ladies produced flasks containing hot oil. Shakia took the opportunity to focus on riding his tongue, grabbing his pierced nipples as she did so. The others started to poor oil all over his naked body. He spasmed and squealed amusingly. He reacted especially. Martin, how are you?” He said in strong military voice. “We’re fine Danny, and how about you?” My dad said. They know this guy I thought as my mind raced. “Danny,” Dad said, “I don’t think that you have ever met Monica.” My heart leaped out of my chest as Danny extended his hand toward me. “Monica, this is Danny Baker, the son of one of my business acquaintances from Delaware.” I reached up and shook his hand and he could tell I.