" Is Mr. Nickles rich?" she asked."Rich ain't the word for him," Tom laughed. "He's got more money than most other people put together." You his train...r?" she asked."I'm one of them. He's got six of them, one for each horse. Yeah, Mr. Nickles don't mess around." Is he here?"Tom looked at her and smiled. "He'll be here in a few days. In case you're interested, he ain't married, and he's looking for a nice looking wife to pretty up that big house of his. Yeah, he sure does want a pretty woman. To be truthful this suited both of us. As the internet connections got better we regularly chatted on yahoo and started camming with each other. We would also exchange some photographs (some of the ones she sent to me I have posted in the photos section). On some visits back to the UK I convinced my friend to pose for me and I took some good photos of her. However, she resisted my requests to video of her – but she did allow some video capture on my digital camera (at that time the cameras were. Because their society was typically built around a man with six to nine women the work week was broken up to six days of work and each woman spending their one day off with the man. Those that weren't lucky enough to get a man who settled for seven or less would have to split days with him. Even though on a biological level just one woman could obliterate all the men without even trying you'd be hard pressed to find one that thought they were capable of even rough housing with a boy."Yes!". "Suck him good, you little slut, and you may get to fuck him." I scrape my nails across his shoulders."M-M-Melissa." Shut the fuck up and watch her, you bastard."Neil and I watch Liz take the entire length of his cock in her mouth and throat. I gently scrape my nails across his chest down to Neil's abdomen in a circular motion. Liz bobs her head along the length of his cock as her tongue swirls over the shaft and up to the circumcised head."That is it slut, suck him good and cover your tits.