My poor master is feeding me daily, but I can't feed him, and though I get to feel his beautiful cock in me three times a day, I don't get to feel him...brutalizing me like that," with her head she pointed toward Jenny and Sandy."I know what she means," Ana said, "Patty still hasn't been able to find a good excuse to justify her being in here with me long enough to properly feed me. So I may be getting lots of cum, but I need my Patty juice." Well Dolly's been complaining a little about that. That’s weird, huh? Well, Jason, I think your luck might be turning around.” “Excuse me?” The professor spoke up. “Do you two have something to add to my lecture?” I looked forward and he was looking at Bridget and me. “No sir. I apologize.” He started blabbing again. I tried to pay attention, but I couldn’t get my mind off of seeing Bridget’s pussy twice within a matter of minutes. A little while later, I felt her hand on my shoulder again. I turned my head. To wo boli pls jaldi boliye tab mainey kuch nahi bola to wo jaaney lagi phir mainey kaha pls neelam main tumhey bahut chahney laga hun.Wo kuch nahi boli aur apney kamrey mein teji se bhag gayi, main dar gaya ki kahin deedi ko pata na chal jaye. Main raat bhar yahi chochta raha aur subah main nahi uth raha tha kyonki mujhey dar lag raha tha, Subah jab main 9 bajey tak nahi utha tab didi Room mein aayi mainey jab dekha ki didi a rahi hain main chadar hodh ke soney ka natak karney laga didi ne. ‘Alan? Alan? Are you there….did you not hear what I said lad?’Awaking from my dazed stupor I mumbled;‘Wha’?’The indignation in PJ’s voice was palpable‘Jaysus you tell a man that he’s been offered a chance to record an album in Paris and he doesn’t even have the decency to pay attention.’Now I was alert!‘What did you say? An album in Paris?’‘Yes…it seems some French Blues label got hold of your CD when you were playing in London a few weeks ago….what the hell is their name again….Ah yes…Cypres.