Ashley smiled as she looked at the phone and she stuck out her tongue, showing some of my remaining goo with a smile she swallowed, and said “Dammit...Johnathan, you tasted soooo good”. Ashley smiled that evil wisp again. "Johnathan Robert’s, is that all I get?" Ashley asked, “I’m sure you’re in better shape than that.”Having already lost my pants and underwear, I went ahead and stripped off my shirt, undershirt, and socks. As I turned Ashley Brooke West stood there in her pink bra and pink. ‘Have I read any of your stuff?’ I considered this for a moment. ‘Most likely not.’ ‘And why not?’ she inquired, turning her body towards me a little more. She probably meant it as a maneuver to coax me into the truth. Honestly, she didn’t need to, but I got rewarded with a further peek into her cleavage, although I left that to my peripheral vision. ‘Do you read Playboy?’ I shot back. The answer wasn’t exactly what she was expecting. She looked a little taken aback, but she didn’t lose. “You have great tits,” the man rasped. “Thank you,” I answered my breathing just as heavy. “Ah fuck, your pussy is so good, little lady.” “I’m – I’m glad you – you like it. Oh fuck, I’m going to come!” “Yeah, you come on my cock, little lady.” “Jesus Christ, mister, but your cock is so fat! Yes! Yes!” I came with a small cry and he laughed softly, fucking me even faster. After another minute I heard him groaning deeply and then he pulled out. I could hear the fapping of him stroking himself. It was decided by the NFC that every female between the ages of 18 and 30 had to register with the NFC and would receive an Alpha-Numeric Meat Identification Code consisting of four letters and 3 numbers [Example: HG556KP]. Every month 1000 numbers would be called the lucky girls would then either be picked up at their home by a Meat Collector from their neighborhood processing plant, or report directly to their neighborhood processing plant on their own.Girls could volunteer their meat to the.