“And of course, we can’t really do ... what you just thought maybe we were doing. That would be illegal and besides, we’re just kids.”“Yeah,...�� Paula finished, “but what we can do is take a lot of sugar cubes and put a drop of food color on each one and PRETEND it’s ... what you just thought maybe it was. Then we can eat one and pretend ... well here I’ll show you.”With that the little girl picked up a blue-dotted sugar cube and popped it in her mouth. It didn’t take her long to eat it, and when. I slipped out of my coat, I had decided that until John stepped in and stopped me I would play the prostitute the best way I could, I even gave a sexy little wiggle as I slipped out of my coat. Tony stepped forward and started to touch my breasts, "Am I allowed to kiss you?" I looked over Tony's shoulder, John started to shake his head but then changed his mind and nodded, "I don't usually kiss but as you were my knight in shining armour earlier I'll make an exception just this once!" Tony. We are alone here. He’s humiliated me before with mortifying ingenuity. With any other man, my ego struts like an Olympic champion. With Byron, it’s like a drowning man grasping for phantom straws in a perverse tempest blowing within my id.I dismiss the Freudian bullshit. I have no excuses. The data do not lie. I am crawling naked in a barn to a man, other than my husband, who treats me like a branded woman-animal. What do I want? I want his uncivilized, uncompromising attention. I want the. Under six inches, and circumcised,it seemed small on his slightly overweight body. But that didn't meanthat Prissy was just as in love with this one as much all the other cocksshe had seen.She loved how painfully erect it was, and how well it indicated itsdesire to use Prissy. She loved how much need was compacted into itsnarrow, hungry shaft. At this moment his cock was her god, and she wasgoing to be taught how to pray to it."Bitch, hold out them udders for me." Prissy presented them out.