My cock begins to push against the cotton of my underwear; I feel her slit beginning to moisten. But it’s better if it is really wet, so I take my f...ngers from her gash, and put them to her mouth. I’ve never felt confident enough to do this before. And fuck, she licks them, tasting herself, and leaves enough saliva on them to further lubricate her lips.“He is in control. He is fucking telling me what to do. He just made me taste my pussy juices.! And now I just want to surrender every bit of my. If she did but know it, Sergeant Howard was already pretty impressed, but he wasn't letting her have the satisfaction of knowing this!They fed her at noon and let her sleep until six. Then back in the river for twelve hours and then more running over what seemed to her to be razor blades or broken glass - or both! They excused her the unarmed combat this time. She was plenty good enough at that, they told her. After ten days Sergeant Howard drove her into the nearest town and bought her dinner. He loved us but we were not Mom.We had a milk cow and from age six I milked. The milk probably saved our lives. When Bessie died we were thirteen. I walked ten miles to the Aaronson farm and in the dark of the night stole one of their hundreds of milk cows. We named her Bessie — we thought all milk cows were named Bessie."Cindy! Don't ever; don't ever let Bessie out in the daytime." I thought all cows looked the same but I didn't know. Cindy didn't either.We were clean. Some memory when we were. On Mondays Vanessa and I meet for lunch, where she goes over the previous week's appointments, gives me my money and lets me know what is coming up for the week. We've never had sexual relations since that weekend we met. She's still a major league hottie, but we've never mixed business with pleasure. This Monday, Vanessa had an interesting proposition for me. She was contacted by two women who live together who wanted to know if they could schedule a threesome. They were bisexual, both 58,.