"I'm glad that you could come today, Peter." In her lap was a soggy crumpled up linen napkin, soggy from her nervous and sweaty hands. "I-I wanted to ...pologize for running out on you the other night." Her part was scripted and the tiny microphone clipped to the inside of her blouse made sure she didn't stray."I don't mind at all, Tabitha. In fact I wanted to apologize for doing whatever I did to upset you-" There was a sudden screech of pain from the table next to them. Both turned to see. ”“Can you bring them some pigs when you come back?”“Aye, I can do that. I have a feeling they’re gonna be worth the investment.”We said our goodbyes and he returned to his truck, turning off down the dusty road and heading home. He would bring anything we needed when he returned the next day. The Mutons seemed happy for the time being, at least as happy as a Muton could look, their expressions twisted into a perpetual scowl by their low brows. The largest Muton stopped me as I left the barn,. "That was wonderful, Sue. Thank you." And as she spoke her lips brushed against Sue's ear, breathing her words into the canal, bringing intense fervor with it.They kissed again.So preoccupied were they in intensifying their oral ministrations that for a moment neither noticed that Alice's hands, which had been pinning Sue's softly rounded shoulders, laboriously moved up to the side of her sister's neck and slowly worked to the top of her chest.Sue stifled a muffled giggle, or was it something. I work full time as a trans hooker. I took off the last week because of the flu and was checking out all of my dating profiles on different sights. I came a crossed this one profile that seemed strange. It had only handcuffs as it's profile picture and said "Cd, Trans Slaves Wanted." Profile Master6969. I have never gotten into any of that sick stuff. I like to be fucked and suck and that's really it. Oh and of course have my fake tits played with. I sent the weird profile a Hello and told them.