Her vulva was split wide open, so that nothing in the area was left to the imagination. He would pull her fat outer lips apart and slap the inner are..., or yank on those same lips, or stick his fingers deep in her hole. He had begun to start fisting her with three fingers, and Beth had begun to cry and grunt. I don’t think she had been truly fisted before, and the intended threat was enough to scare her close to hysterics.I, on the other hand, had grabbed Amy by the tit and dragged her over. ? And he didn't even have topay for me.? He always praises himselfon how he got me with his own cunning.?I've heard all his talk before.?I'm no longer insulted.? In fact,I mostly agree.? It's hard to think Iwas ever anything more than his junkie slave. Sometimeshe demands my active participation in the verbal barrage, making it a dialoguebetween us.? He tells me what to say,although I know what he wants to hear already.?Feeling powerless to refuse, I collaborate with creative. She swung her leg up over my face and positioned her twat just above me. Oh damn, she smelled sweet, I wanted to dive right in. I felt her tits on my stomach as she was still sucking the head of my dick. She moved her pussy down as I stuck my tongue out as stiff as I could. mmmmmm she moaned as my tongue began to push through her lips. Damn, the taste was better than her sent. Not too sweet but like a melon. I wiggled my tongue and she moaned again. I started slurping her pussy firmly. I just smiled and said 'sure'.We turned the TV on, and kicked back to Doby Gilles. It was pretty quite, then I popped up without thinking, “Man, that Maynard, I could tear his shit up”. All three looked at me, with no response. I just muttered a 'fuck', and went on with “Dustin, you need to get ur butt upstairs now. “Ahhh Matthew, please let me stay” “Nope—close to your bedtime anyway” “Ahhh com'on” almost screaming. “Now look—I told you you could have that milk shake if you didn't act.