“Like, holy shit you have no idea how happy I am that I can just do that now.” Cammy giggled.“What are you talking about?” I replied. “I’m...straight, you know that.” I said this almost defensively, but there was much less bite in it than there might have been before.Cammy snorted. “That’s not what last-night-you would have said.” She wiggled her brows. “You fucked us sooo good. I mean like, damn girl I would have jumped your bones ages ago if I knew you were that good with your tongue.”“I don’t. And then it hit me -- my son hadn't come home. Sulking, I went to my bedroom and plopped onto the bed, physically tired and emotionally drained. I watched in silence as my husband put on a fresh set of clothes, feeling a pang when he tossed his day-old white shirt onto the leather chair.Leaning over me, Ron gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I almost pulled back knowing those same lips had been wrapped around our son's cock which spurted sperm into my mouth. The guilt was overbearing. Ron then. Compliments of my Kitten's meticulous care in shaving me. You sigh, pleased by the familiar scent of your lover's privates. "Breathe deep, Kitten," I instruct. "Smell your Daddy's crotch. Do you like that?" I finger your pussy, causing your lips to part with a gasp. I pull you back, as your tongue essays to lick my balls, twisting the two fingers from your cunt into your mouth. "Taste yourself." Your lips swallow my fingers, sucking and licking them clean. "How do you taste, Kitten? You may. “True, but it’s nice for the staff to get it and they feel appreciated too, it’s almost a year’s money for the lower level workers.”“Who’s the most urgent case?” I asked.“Orliantomina Pilik ... again.”“I’m surprised her husband hasn’t noticed the loss of income,” I sighed.“She’s independently wealthy,” Herrick answered. “Major shareholder in the Transportnet Hub, the people who own and run the lift system.”“I thought it was free?”“Comes out of your taxes, same with other basic necessities.”“So.