I won't hear any more of it. Right now we've got to talk about what you're going to do from now on." What do you mean?" Well, you certainly can't stay...with the circus after all the trouble there has been. Don't tell me you haven't thought of that yet." Amanda's voice was stern."Well, I..." It's time you faced life; my dear. You can't go on being irresponsible to everything but sex. There's not always going to be someone around to clean up your messes."Oh, but Amanda! What can be done?" Joan. " I doubt you could handle it, but sure why not."They lined up and then someone, an older guy with no hair said, "GO!"the girls just stood there waiting for Layla to yell go after the boysmade the first curve.The girls having been trained and conditioned from birth settledquickly into their pace letting the boys race ahead knowing they'd bepassing them before too much longer. They let the boys taunt them fromahead. At the 5Km mark they were neck and neck. The boys having to pusha bit harder to. Cuntsteak, that's what she'd called it. Vicky was tasting tomorrow’s cuntsteak. Somehow that word excited her. Cuntsteak.The slave let out a short gasp. The cuntsteak in Vicky's mouth quivered. Not the best orgasm Carla had ever had, but probably her last.Susan giggled. "Oooooo, girlfriend, you've got the skills!" Vicky laughed and threw a pillow at her. Together they untied Carla and Vicky returned the French maid outfit. Carla was dismissed; her ordeal for tonight was over. A tired slave. ” As he said this I felt his finger move from side to side and around the entrance of my pussy.Then he added that the bed was soaked. I could also feel the wetness on the bed and I said that I didn’t think I could have got that wet. I could see him raise his head smiling between my legs telling me that it wasn’t wetness, but that I was a female ejaculator. I had never done anything like this before, but then I had never been fucked like this before either.He moved through my spread legs and.