Looking up at Brandon, she made a tight seal with her lips and tried to flirt with her eyes. He looked down at her with a sense of wanting that seemed...as if he was holding back something. “Wha id it?” she mumbled to him. “I… I’m sorry. I just don’t want to make you gag,” he confessed. Realizing that he was trying to resist thrusting down her throat, she tried to assure him that she wanted it. “Cuh hor ee,” was all she could communicate. “You know,” piped up Tristan, “That pussy of hers is. Jesus." "But at least the doctor was pretty." "Pretty! Pretty! Yeah, pretty ugly." "You didn't think she was pretty?" "SHE! You got a she. No, we got this old gray-haired man, really homely lookingand creepy. But first we had to see this heavy nurse in the bathroom for ablood test. I think it was for HIV. We had to fill out a form, and she wrotea number on the back of our hand. I hadn't had a lot of blood tests, but shedidn't seem concerned about the wine we were drinking. It didn't matter;. "Look at life here on Csadia. How many women only get fucked when they want it and not because some man who owns them insists? I'll tell you; there are two of us, me and Martha, everyone else is living in a man's house or is sold three times a night by Martha, and most of them are in mine dormitories, God help them," Violetta explained, "I was lucky enough to be the first one on the platform at the auction Martha went to to try to buy a brothel full of girls. I know she ran a brothel before, on. "We arrive, take our places and I continue to consume my MRE. Chef Mabel queries, "Mira, why are you eating that ... that ... that poor excuse for a meal."I crimson as Alexi informs her, "Chef Mabel, Mira possesses the delicate condition of impending motherhood and must acquire sustenance for two." The revelation further crimsons my face and appears to apply flames to Chef Mabel's derriere.She rapidly fills a large eating vessel and orders, "Mira give me that MRE and here is a big bowl of my.