.." she sighed. "Lick me." Are you sure?" he teased. "You don't think it's nasty any more?" Of course it's nasty, but it feels sooo good," she said. S...e lay back and spread her legs, inviting him to burrow in deeper.Fabian lapped away contentedly, stimulating her with long strokes of his tongue, until she was moving her hips in time with his head and moaning. It had taken a lot of convincing before Lissa had let him go down on her - some sort of cultural thing. At first she had been stiff as a. Don't you want to make my breakfast?"Everyone laughed but Christine. She kept looking at me. A wolf looks atchickens with those eyes."Can the maid be the Nanny, too?" Samantha said, looking at her husband."Can she powder his little bottom?" Bottom?" Jason said. "Where? I like bottoms." Andrew made a face. "So he cleans? Cooks? Where is the fun in that?" Again, it's in the acceptance of it all," Irene said. "And he's a she.That's what they both call her. She's a sissy. Dresses. Panties.Lipstick.. Make your choice. Make your kill. I just want to observe ... and admire.”I didn’t say anything to that. “Am I to take your silence as acceptance? Then you know where we stand. Make your kill, and we’re square. Repayment of your debt is but a discreet knife thrust away.”I could tell by her posture that the woman from the Dark Brotherhood was in no hurry. She was lounging against the wall, as comfortable as she could be. I turned my back to her and looked around the room. A fire in the fireplace. More than one bad cop has stolen "product" during a bust, and then turned around and sold it himself.But besides being embarrassed—or maybe because of it—I was pissed off too. I wasn't about to go back to that sweet, dangerous-looking woman in Chicago with the half crew cut and half dog ears hairdo, and tell her that her mother was smarter than I was. I was beginning to get a glimmer of why Ronnie had that dangerous, smart aura about her. She might not like her mother, but she was a product of.