"Good morning, sunshine," Betty Craig laughed with delight at what I'm sure was a mingled look of surprise and desire, which emotions were vying for c...ntrol. Her face disappeared and I felt her lips return to the hard nub I had been trying to reach with my fingers."Good morning," I managed to gasp, almost inanely considering the circumstances. Her tongue circled my clit, tapping it, flicking against it. She pushed one, then two fingers inside me. Spreading them, she scraped along my inside. “When they cum in your mouth I want you to drink it,” Tank stated, ignoring the girl. “When they fuck you, make them wear a rubber. After they’re done, though, I want you to peel them condoms off their cocks and suck every fucking drop out of them. So basically, either way I want their cum to end up inside your belly. We’ll be checking up on you too, and if those rubbers aren’t empty we will beat you real good whore. Now get to work, you got a long night ahead of you.”Having said that, the huge. Get bread (baked only three days ago), slice and put in toaster. Juice from a bottle into glasses (cold enough in here to leave them on the table). Then put two new logs in the fireplace. God, she felt sick. The room started to move around her. No, it was just the nausea again. Back to the bedroom to dress, heavy sweatshirt over the bra she’d slept in, leave the long underwear on, ski pants from the thrift store, thick socks, and get the high rubber boots from the mud closet at the back. It seemed as if most nights Debby went braless, and I took to taking my shorts off as soon as I got home. Occasionally, dinner was a few minutes late as she helped me remove them.Most evenings Debby wore dresses and skirts, and after the boys went to bed, would do me in the family room. She’d simply lift her skirt and whisper, “Fuck me,” as she unzipped my pants. Even her period didn’t seem to slow her down. One night, she came downstairs dressed in tight, white hot pants that were so tiny they.