“You need to take care of Joe,” I panted to my sister. She leaned over to me and kissed me deeply. Not a kiss of raw passion, but one of love. “...o baby,” she said to me. “I think I’ll let you take care of Joe.” My stomach did a backflip. “Really?” She smiled. “I know you want to, so you might as well. Obviously you’ll have to use your hands and mouth. I’ll keep quiet and watch you while I touch myself. Don’t worry, I won’t let myself cum. I may be cruel, but I’m not disobedient.” We kissed. I could imagine Basher would be watching them with only one hand on the TV remote.As it was we waited a week, just to give the Sundays their chance too, but there wasn't a sniff. Harry's team had been checking out their homes too and it all looked O.K. The pick up itself we organised so that we could take them one at a time. I guess we could have walked in with machine guns at the ready but there's always a risk that something will go wrong and Harry likes safer approaches.The girls had been. His tongue was fucking my sweet bald pussy. I was moaning uncontrollably. My pussy started to release my cunt juices onto his tongue. He was lapping my juices up and eating the chocolate at the same time.I heard him opening something else. This time he told me to take a sip of something. I took a sip and again it was something sweet with an after taste. My guess was soda. Jack poured the soda all over my pussy and began to lick it all out. The carbonation felt strange on my pussy, but his. I look in the mirror shocked at how beautiful I look, the black dress holding me firmly and swaying softly around my legs, the sparkly necklace tight around my throat and dangling down my chest stopping just between my breasts, the matching earrings sparkling behind my hair as I move. As a last touch I apply some cherry lip-gloss pick up my camera and take a quick picture of myself looking in the mirror before I head downstairs. I find Jim in the kitchen pulling a can from the fridge; he looks.