She the one that told us about her sisters’....problems”The Chief opened a file and showed the blonde agent Tammi’s profile. Tammi was a bigger ...irl but not fat. “Thick” was what the black boys called it. And boy did they call it. Tammi’s profile read like a who’s who of local black boys that had had their turn on the voluptuous redheaded teen. “And the other two are willingly having unsanctioned sex with disgusting white peepees”? Trixie asked between deep throat attempts. She almost got it. My desire for Mistress is uncontrollable. Please, Mistress, may your slave please be allowed to taste his Goddess’ delicious juices?” Clyde’s pleading was quite convincing. “And why does my little slut want to taste his Mistress? Is it so that you can satisfy your lust?” “No, Mistress. Your slave wants to bring his Mistress to ecstasy. He wants her to be pleasured, to experience feelings of intensity and delight. Although, he admits that Mistress’ power leaves him feeling like a savage. ” My dick hurt. Ginger’s dick was hard and sticking out clearly. It dribbled as much as her tits did.“Sir,” Ginger sighed. He even sounded like a woman. “For a small fee, I can do a milk shower.”A shower of creamy tit milk. My brain disconnected somewhere.He told me to pull his nipples hard. They were longer than they first appeared, and pierced in at least two spots. After a few pulls, milk began flowing fairly freely. He squeezed the two bag together, and I got sprayed with tittie juice. A. ’ She reached into her purse. ‘That’s not necessary.’ He put away the tool and climbed into the van. Robynn, curious, peeked in and saw a mattress, furnishings, tapestries, lava lamps, paintings and all kinds of artsy stuff. It was like a mini mobile home. Totally fascinating. ‘This is sooooo kewl.’ She said while taking it all in. ‘Thank you.’ He laid back on the mattress. ‘The wrecker won’t be here for an hour.’ Robynn was so attracted in so many ways. His kindness, his calmness, his simple.