I phoned my mother and asked her if she could pick us up later on." She told him.Turning again to us he interrupted Marjory."I am grateful for your in...itation to help us and I will take you up on it. But for Marjory's sake, I don't think we should rush into it tonight and then have to face her mother at the end of it," he told us."You don't have to," Marjory said with a smile. "When I phoned my mother she suspected what we were up to right away. It seems she had accidently discovered that I was. It is hard and throbbing and beautiful, so big. I open my mouth for him but he hesitates. “What do you want, baby?” he asks. “Tell me.” I look up at him and whisper, “I want to suck your cock.” Then, looking back at the throbbing pole, “Please. I want to suck it.” I lean forward and lick the head, tasting the salty wet drop at the end. I look up at him again. “Make me suck it”, I hear myself say, not believing I could be so slutty. ‘Make me suck your cock.” If my hands were not bound behind me. “I’d have felt it immediately if either of you wasn’t able to do the job or if something was wrong,” I explained.“We were told about your instincts,” George commented.“I learned a long time ago to listen to them. My family would listen to me while I was still in junior high school. Now that I’ve accepted my heritage, the instincts are even stronger,” I explained.While the two men were calling their families to share the good news and to arrange for them to join us here, I mentally reviewed my. “Oh God, Please!” I cry out once more. You don’t answer, I’m to obey. ‘Be a good girl’ I keep telling myself in my head. I can’t lose it, I won’t disappoint you. Your teeth grip my clit, tongue flicking fast, fingers moving deeper. My legs pushed up higher, as you let go of my clit now, dipping your tongue back deep inside of me. Your head moves with a wonderfully slow need, pushing deeper within my walls. My sex, my body, my soul, my mind and all that I am, is yours. “Please!” I beg again, I.