The tall beautiful Amazonian woman grinned impishly, her legs crossed. "Sit." She instructed. "Ms. Black, I presume... ? What a beautiful surname you ...ave."The little asian girl's face became more firm and angry, when she saw the female indoctrinator herself, the infamous Fatima Lafayette from the Zulu Brotherhood, the secret movement that had now went on to become the government by what had to be the biggest and successful conspiracy in the history of mankind. Her white robe harmonized with. I didn’t get to see the fireworks. Aubrielle was all leaderly and stuff: she went to speak privately with Beckett as soon as we got up. He was professional enough that whatever he had to say didn’t carry loud enough for me to hear. They come back and she tells me we will be going onto the village. I just nod.It’s only the three of us and the driver. The guard who was crawling along with his guts hanging out was dead by the time Beckett got a chance to look at him last night.We’re moving along. I would have you on a bed on all fours and work my way up from you legs to you fantastic arse. As my tongue gets closure to your cheeks i see you cant wait for me as you start to play with your already moist pussy. I use the tip of my tongue to slowly lick the juices surrounding your pussy before i trace up towards your arse hole. You twitch and pull back as i flick my tongue around the rim. After the initial hesitance you push back and force my tongue inch by inch into your arse hole. I. I could feel achemical reaction. I could feel heat. I was combed, cut, brushed,filed, buffed, painted and plucked. All the while I could hear muffledconversations and laughter. It was hard to imagine that the laughterwasn't directed at Blossom and me. You feel so vulnerable and paranoidwhen your senses are limited. Like the way I feel in bondage.The ear plugs were removed and Sara whispers in my ear, "Peek-a-boo!Ready to see the new you?" Then the tape was pulled from my eyes.My eyes had to.