They felt so good. But not as good as my pussy.She slid her tongue up to my clit. She swirled around that little bud I had. It wasn't a big dick like ...ers. How did she get it? I wanted to ask, but her tonguing felt so good I just moaned out my pleasure. My back arched into the sheets. I stared up at the ceiling.It spun.“Oh, my, yes!” I moaned, my toes curling. “Ms. Harland, you're eating my pussy!”“Such a sweet cunt,” she moaned. “Like eating my own daughter's.”Her own daughter. “That's so. I open his juggler vein and leave him on the floor to bleed to death.Hope everyone enjoyed the show!Chapter 55"You are very brave, Janine," Ian the fat eunuch tells me. "Especiallyfor a sissy." You are quite fat, even for a newt," I say."I have no ego, so insulting me does me no harm." But it makes me feel so much better." I did not mean to insult you. It's just that sissies are trained to besubmissive, trained to obey, not to be brave, and certainly not toembrace the concept of self-sacrifice.. Siobhan:We caught up with Sheila at her studio. Sheila was in the wardrobe, plainly trying to choose an outfit. Francine was looking at the inventory with unconcealed envy. Of course, nothing would remotely fit her. With a start, I realized that Francine had to shop in the Girl's department.Sheila told Francine to pick an outfit to have made. It was a perfect metaphor for the whole day. This excursion was supposed to be about Sheila and her wedding. Instead, she and Francine had shown me a new. Most of these adult motels had a number of single horny transients hanging around in the back alleyways at night hoping that someone like my young wife would come by and give them a show! Tonight she would give them more that a show. As I was fumbling for the key several of the men that had been following us at a distance were now on top of us, and because Deana was totally naked they felt she was fair game, one had grabbed her wrists away from me and another her bare bottom, this was all it.