"You are making it up as you go, you don't want to disappoint the audience. They came all this way for a show, and you intend to give them one. "What ...o you have to say for yourself, young lady?"I start to play along with you. What the hell, I have nothing to lose. I am already up here, and there is not much I can do about that now, might as well cooperate."I'm sorry?" I say kind of questioning myself. I'm actually not sure what to say."Are you really sorry?" you ask. "That didn't sound like. From myperspective on the floor I couldn't really see anything she was doingother than when she opened the fridge and asked. "Milk alright?"I shrugged. "Juice or tea maybe?"She nodded. "Okay, we can do that." A second later she handed me a cupthat looked like one I'd seen around some of my patients. It didn't havea spout, but it was a sippy cup all the same that was designed to drinkfrom any angle of the cup."A sippy cup?" I asked nervously."Prefer a bottle?" she asked."No...? A regular cup?" I. ” Marlena stopped and turned back to face him wondering why he wanted her to stay. She knew better than to disobey him.Marlena remembered the last time she refused to honor his request and disappointed him. He did not speak to her and pouted for three days and refused to practice. It was agony for her to see him in such a state of childishness. Marlena finally relented and procured a deck of French playing cards with pictures of men and women performing sex acts. That night he resumed his. Since I said nothing, I guess he took that to be my consent to clean her. My hesitation, however, caused him to push me to my knees between Paula’s legs. I felt his hand on the back of my head, easing my face ever closer to her loveliness. I was too much into a sexual stupor to resist as my face was pushed into the sloppy mess. My tongue automatically darted out and started lapping at Paula’s used pussy. My tongue was obviously getting to her as I felt her legs tighten around my neck and her.