I want to jump at her with my tongue but a slave never acts without permission. She sees me panting, wanting so badly to taste her. She knows the stat... I'm in, how they've trained me and changed me, made me a toy. I'm becoming a quivering mess. She inches closer, her skirt now in my face, and now a little closer as my nose slips under the fabric. I want to shoot my tongue out, but I resist, like a good whore. I even start whimpering, and she hears it and laughs. She is laughing at my torment,. "You do want to remain being married to Caroline, don't you?" she said."Shouldn't we discuss this all with Caroline, first?" I asked, in a lastditch attempt to solve the situation at least partially by myself."I will," she said, "later on. Though don't worry about Caroline, shewill know that what you will do is the right thing for her." How can you say that without talking to her first?" I asked."Caroline and I have a special relationship," she said, "I don't have ajob because I'd know a lot. Her hair was long, thick, and blacker than black, and skin, permanently tanned; the manifestation of her American Indian -- or to be politically correct "Native American" -- heritage. She usually fixed her hair in a practical bun, but occasionally let it fall over her shoulders. Her sex life had been unremarkable. She had had sex with six men. Three were relationships and three were one-night stands. Sex and men had not been important to her. She had once gone two years with no sex at all, a. These two masculine specimens now had each other's tools down each other's de-virginized throats.The boys bobbed their heads up and down as they sucked on each other vigorously. They were both moaning around each other's cocks as they enjoyed the shared pleasure of their lips and tongues on their meaty shafts.Kristy was moaning now too as she watched them suck each other off. After a good five minutes of this both of the guys were quickly approaching orgasm. It was so fucking sexy to see how.