And not just at Damien’s actions or Amos’s, for that matter.“I’m not a fan of half-measures, nor, I suspect, is Amos, am I right, man?” Dami...n turned to Amos.“Not in the least. I go for the jugular. You have to be ruthless in my branch of journalism,” Mr. Clark smiled in a predatory manner.“On a different note, Damien, how do you do it? Get women to be that happy about sharing you and being shared? I did things to keep Stanley from doing far worse to me, and I did plenty of things that weren’t. They are really cute little things. They almost look like a slimChapstick. And I guess they work a little like a Chapstick, except theyhave a little shimmery color. It's subtle and perfect for a youngerteenaged girl. I smiled, and then involuntarily thought of Bobbi. OMG, what was happening? Was I really thinking about buying my SON atinted lip balm? Based on what? Because he bought me a lipstick for mybirthday? That was silly! And yet, now I couldn't help thinking aboutit. Maybe. “You want to taste your juice?” he asked. “What?” I replied. He again inserted his finger in my pussy and then pulled it out. He brought his fingers near my mouth and I opened my mouth to taste my pussy juices. It was good. I had never tasted my own cum, but that night I loved it. After that we went to sleep. Now it had become our daily schedule to make each other cum. But as the days were passing, Jeff and I were exploring new things. Now we didn’t just play with each other's pussy and cock,. Cunnie moaned and hugged me close, stroking my hair and trembling under my attentions."you may cum, My cunnie. I know you want to" Mistress said with a smile."T-t-thank You, M-m-mistrESS!" cunnie stuttered and screamed out the last part as she fell back, her nipple popping from my mouth. she shivvered and gasped as she came. Dribbling her juices out and down the crack of her ass and into the carpet.Mistress looked to me and asked. "Would My sherry like to try pumping first?. I can pierce you.