I love you.”“I love you too, honey. Thank you for this.”“It’s my pleasure,” he smiled, kissed her lips. “Fuck, you breath sure stinks of...cum, I love it!” and he entered the House.Karen sat on her haunches waiting for approaching customers. She smiled seeing her first possible lovers. “Hi, welcome to the Hen House. Can I interest you in a blow job?”“You certainly can!” the man’s wife smiled taking his cock out for him. “I love watching my husband receiving blow jobs.”“You’re my kind of wife!”. We tell ourselves that we're moral creatures--more than animal.All bullshit. It's jungle law, no matter how much you dress it up."She matched his stare with an empty silence, smile cold on her face.Searching deep for any hint of understanding in her auburn eyes, hecontinued with a new grin of his own."Take this room. Five hundred an hour. Private. High-class. All of it,down to the gold leaf, the work of predators. For predators. Anherbivore can't afford jack shit. They're limited in their. Or it’s in your camera bag, then.”“Hmm ... Actually,” I continued, suddenly being struck by further revelations, “I know exactly where to look! Halide is also in photo paper. ‘Halide dark so suspended?’ Whatever we’re looking for, it’s in the dark box that I keep my photo paper in. Halide suspended in the dark!”I grinned at Lara, who was pursing her lips thoughtfully.“You think that’s it?” she murmured. “What about the other parts of the message?”I shrugged. “Probably just some fancier way to. .. your throat full of cock... breathing heavier... heavier as I use your face, your tight throat... panting... reaching under your head as i grunt... forcing my cock as deep as I can... trying to reach your belly... god, you are a fucking hot little slut... mm mm mmmmmm...your head at the perfect angle as I begin to face fuck you... the girth of my cock stretching your lips wide open... as I pull out, you shake your head trying to get air... my hands gripping your hair as I give you a few.