. if they were in the mood. There wasn’t anything else that I could add, so we left it at that.If I hadn’t already known that the family probably ...ouldn’t hear us, and it was only Ken being disturbed, I would have had to separate them, they were so noisy.We were all in our appointed places as the family went off to work and school and the airport.The girls wanted to carry on from where we left off yesterday.I said, “nope, breakfast first. And then I want to try exploring outside if we can.”They. It's not that I'm unattractive, but I've always been thescholarly sort, not nearly as outgoing as they.But even if they like girls from the Emerald Isle, part of me suspectsthat my Irish heritage is partially why there's always been a bit offriction between Edward and I. My parents moved to London when I waslittle, and I consider myself a native, but red hair and the occasionaltouch of brogue mark me as different. Edward is the most high born of us,possessed of that peculiar English snootiness,. She found that as the junior nurse on the ward she would be required to administer purges when necessary to make certain the expecting mothers routine systems were all in good working order. It was something that she dreaded because it required that she "root around" and stirring things up wearing a rubber glove if things slowed down and threatened the normal birth. It was part of the job that she hated the most but it was the sort of thing that introduced her to kinky aspects of such details. Every one here at the clubknows you're a bootlicking piece of slut flesh.- that you'd take anything froma Master just to worship his boots. You'd lick anything off of them I'd stepin wouldn't you- the more filth on your mouth, the more yumm in your cunt,isn't that right bootslut?' bootslut didn't answer fast enough for him, so he gave a well placed kickto the very center of her now dripping wet pussy. This caused her to cry out. ?YesSir, i am a worthless piece of slut flesh that begs to be.