"Yeah, it's really vinegary," said Olivia. "It's cold though." It might be cold," said Crystal after a sip of Top Gaul, "but it's not exactly refreshi...g. Can we swap drinks, Pebbles? I don't think I can drink any more of this."We swapped drinks and I could identify no discernible difference between Myrtle's Malt and Top Gaul. They were both sugary and both disgusting."Does anyone else want to drink this stuff?" Crystal asked. "I don't think I've ever drunk anything so horrible in my life!" Yes. With a simple afirmative nod of his head, he chose my direction for me. Knowing that some day out in the every day ordinary world I would be a respected young practicing attorney, here behind closed doors I was expected to be a Jizz lapping prideless cock faggot. Yes as my lips came to rest up against his hanging cock, perhaps a huge pool of maybe a few dozen mixed loads of group shot off spunk stung my tastebuds. Next following Chancellor Wadsworths stern new orders, I placed my slowly. "How do you think I carry today's outfit?" she asked."Oh, very nice," I said. "Though not as friendly as yesterdays." You mean, it doesn't show as much." Well, that has something to do with it," I said. She didn't say anything-- she was waiting for something from me. But I wasn't going to grab until I knew for sure that was what she wanted. "It certainly doesn't show as much as you showed me yesterday." I'm sure I don't know what you mean," she said, smiling to make sure I knew she knew what I. The image of your face, watching me as your lips trail hot moist kisses across my stomach, uncontrollable trembling at the thoughts racing through my mind of you, my hands continue a fiery trail downwards. My head gently tossing against my pillow as my hands caress my thighs, my eyes closed in passion, seeing yours instead. My legs fall open, hearing your sigh as you view the moist center of my womanhood, my mind reliving the jagged whisper of your voice, seeing you in my mind as your head.