She wanted it extra slippery.I did a lot more than just lube her boi cunt. Yes, I stuck my tongue into her hairless hole repeatedly. I spit in it seve...al times. She smelled like she had douched in the last few hours. I doubt she was a virgin. Her asshole was pretty loose. She probably removed a butt plug in either the locker room or her private room just before entering the theater. I rammed a couple of fingers inside her and finger fucked her. I left a lot of spit inside her. The way she moved. There were three men with stern expressions following him. El Presidente was a rough looking man, but with an amiable spirit. Despite his apparent rough features, El Presidente wore a clean tailored suit, this was half the shock to onlookers, no one else was wearing anything clean, let alone tailored. He had won over the people with his irresistible speech. Eva craned her neck and jumped to get a glimpse of what was happening. There was El Presidente, who was now approaching her stall. She was. She was vaguely aware that she was in her Mistress's home once again. She could faintly recollect entering the large house, being stripped and collared, bathing, having her hair dried and styled, and being led back through the house by a leash. Then, a single loud snap had brought her out of the trance that she had been swimming in since her encounter with Mistress back at the office.As awareness returned, she took in her surroundings. She was once again in the large room where, just five days. He shook himself as if shaking off water after a swim. He hadn't given his full name when asked since he was 16. He always gave his name as BB, or, when legal names were needed, Brandon Begay. "Ah, most people just call me BB."Sean's arms were waving excitedly, and he said, "glsuaslsod."Sheila looked at Sean in confusion, and asked, "What do you mean that's what you were talking about?"BB looked at Sheila in confusion, and asked, "Could you understand him?"Sheila looked back at BB, and her eyes.