There could never be anything else between them. After all, the whole world knew that he had no interest in anyone, male or female or anywhere in betw...en.“You can call me anything you like. Just don’t call me late for the award shows.” She laughed at that, which set him off, too. It was one of many standing jokes.“We sound like an old married couple, Mattie, darling.” Sultry imitations always were her strong point.“Be still my still-beating heart, you sultry little dime-store tramp.” She. In an flash, my face was back down between her legs and I extended my tongue into her young flesh. She let out almost a yelp of pleasure as I began to extend my tongue inwards and out. I had never experienced a pussy that tasted as amazing as hers, though I had experienced my share. I kept pressing my face further inwards and to my amazement, for a girl so young, she was literally drenching the front of my face with her juices. I couldn’t get enough. It could not have been better, or so I. Eugenia cupped her hand over Betty’s mouth to mute her wailing, and then grabbed the leafy greens of the carrot, tugging it free from her rear end. With a twist, Betty finally managed to free herself, and then rolled over in disbelief, sobbing catatonically. ‘Ew, you got it all stinky,’ Eugenia said with brattish sadism, sniffing the carrot and laughing. She then paused, cocked her head, and tossed it aside. ‘Oh, bother. Pull up your knickers, Betty, I think someone’s coming,’ she said, her. She double checked and triple checked that they were definitely the same. They were. Her heart pounding in her chest, she pressed the button."Hello?" asked a voice through the intercom. It was a man's voice, and judging by the accent, he sounded well educated."Hi. My name's Jane. I have an appointment." She sounded more nervous than she'd intended to."Please, come up," enthused the voice. The door clicked open, andJane crept inside."How did you hear about me?" asked the man Jane had spoken to.