“Liz ... she’s dated some, you know. Some of them were OK to her. But all of them treated us like we were ... beneath them. They all acted like we...worked for them. You’ve never done that. It was always an even field for you ... even though we actually do work for you.”“The hell you do,” I said. “You work for Liz and, now, so do I. I’m not going to order you around. I have no idea how to do what you do. If anything, I work for you. If you see something out of the ordinary, I’m going to do. It’s weird, especially considering sex is not a taboo topic between us, we joke and tease all the time and if one of us has a date over we discuss it in detail the next morning.But all this time we have managed to stay away from each other, even if we end up on the couch cuddling because one of us had a bad day it never goes past that. It is like a competition between us to see who breaks first and we both happen to be quite strong willed.But tonight is different, it seems we caught one of. Although Wanda was more adept at appraising women, it struck her that some men, like Prince Wilton, were rather pleasant to look at. Most of the men, however, sparked little interest. They were too stout or too short, too loud or too shy, too homely or too old. ‘They are as different from one another,’ thought Wanda to herself, then woman are from each other.’ The realization was a profound one for Wanda. Ever since that first day in the stockade it had been drilled into her skull incessantly. -"aaaaaaaaaah ouai continue comme ça ! nnnnngh je vais pas tarder à jouir ! Je vais noyer ta chatte sous mon jus de couilles ! aaaaaaaaah salope ! J'envoie la purée, prend tout sale pute !"J'enfonce une dernière fois sa queue dans les profondeurs de ma moule, son gland bien collé au fond de ma petite chatte qui se contracte sur sa queue, je sens sa bite palpiter très fort en moi, puis je sens enfin ses grosses giclées puissante de foutre bien épais frapper le fond de ma petite chatte, il râle.