“Yes. We’re- we’re so lucky” Croaked Lauren, voice sore from underuse. When she got half way through her line she began to cry.“She’s ove...whelmed,” Larry quickly adapted, “She just can’t help but feel grateful. The Tulsa’s had a hard life before making it big.”“Oh yes, we’re just so lucky to have met you Sir,” piped up Deborah, who was always good at improvisation. Cum was still leaking down her thighs as she finished delivering her weeping sister’s line. “It’s really nice to meet my. So you want a slave, but how do you get one? Well, you could dump the man you have and advertise in the alternative newspapers and on the internet. But what would you get? A wimp, a slob, a diseased pervert? A homicidal maniac? Who knows what's out there.Be sensible! You've already got a man that appeals to you. You wouldn't be having sex with your husband or lover if you didn't find him appealing. You already know he hasn't any STDs to infect you. You know his cock is adequate and his body. Imagine rubbing a mass of hot, very squishy tissue against your clit, and locking your cunt lips with someone else's." With that description, I was in. She straddled me and lowered her vulva over mine. The moment our pussy lips locked, it was magic. Her lips were in between mine, and mine were jn between hers. She began to grind her hips back and forth, giving my cunt a lap dance. Our juices squished and slurped as we tribbed on the massage bed. The pressure of her being on top was amazing, and. “Good morning, sweetie. Did you have a nice nap?”“Who are you?” Barbie demanded angrily, struggling against her straps. “Where are my clothes? Why am I tied up?”“Shhhh, all in good time, Barbie. Some thanks might be in order. After all, we DID save your life, you know.”“How do you know my name?” said Barbie, increasingly alarmed.“Tsk, tsk. Such ingratitude. From your driver’s license, of course,” said the blonde woman casually. “Barbie Bergen, seventeen years old, five-foot-six, 115.