Dennis was, to put it bluntly, one huge guy. He stood about six-seven, with broad shoulders; you wouldn't necessarily call him fat, but he was more ch...nky than muscular. In spite of his size, he had a real gentle giant personality; he was one of the nicest guys you'd ever want to meet. But he was also funny as hell, with a biting wit. Barry was a skinny dude with fairly long hair, and he gave off a stoner vibe. But rarely did he indulge in mind-altering substances, save for the occasional. He led me to the bed and had me lie down crossways. I spread my legs. He said, "Your panties are so wet, I can see your lips." I told him, "I want to feel your tongue on my lips." He wrapped his arms around my legs and started kissing his way up the inside of my thighs. normally, I just love that. "Quick, baby, lick me." He moved his head to the crotch of my wet panties. I felt his tongue lick the wet slit of my lips. "Oh my god, mom, you taste incredible. I've never seen you so wet." I felt. "More of your magic coffee? It almost got me into trouble the last time." Just almost?" he sighed, "it must be losing its potency." I think not," she couldn't help but chuckle."Then a cup of tea perhaps or simply some conversation."Again she looked around in unease."I... shouldn't even be here. I have to go." What's so urgent that you can't come in for a moment?" he asked, feeling sure she had no pressing plans."Well, only for a moment," she replied."That's a lovely dress you're wearing," he. Needless to say, neither Devon nor I were agreeable. Phoenix planted me on her side by saying something about the two women being my slave girls from Friday night to Monday morning. Devon's head turned when Phoenix negotiated to blow-jobs being acceptable and going on a shopping trip with Devon for slave girl paraphernalia.The Slave Girl Weekend was a thank you for helping Devon, which had been mostly Phoenix's idea but I did not plan to say shit. Phoenix's participation had to do with the very.