Feeling the warm juices start to seep onto her tongue, Sarah was spurred on to probe deeper, pushing past the delicate petals, further into the slick ...unnel. Sophie’s exotic syrup flowed freely and soon Sarah’s chin was covered with clear fluid, just as if she had sunk into a slice of ripe melon. The sound of Sophie’s dripping flesh as it was licked and sucked had both girls desperate for more. Sarah was literally eating her partner’s sex, her whole mouth spread wide around the gaping. Mine is of rose quartz, pink, like my gem. Fresh pressed cane juice is added to my tub. Like the cane, I am sweet and earthy. I am my Master’s pear. He tears into me, as if freshly fallen from the tree, split and protruding. The hot water relieves my thighs and hips when he loves me deeply. Accepting and nurturing his seed, in months, I labor along with my sisters, in the living waters. My love is our Master’s favorite. She is the color of cinnamon, long dark hair resting at the swell of her. “I know how she gets and I know she’s not above using professional retribution to change personal behavior.”“Yeah,” Hailey admitted. “I mean, she didn’t threaten me or anything. She just frowned at me and gave me the dead-eyed stare. I still told her that you’d asked me to keep a confidence until later in the day and I had agreed. I wasn’t willing to go back on my word to you.”“You really are special,” Phil said softly as he put his arm around her shoulder. “I’m lucky to have you in my. He looked me right in the eyes and said, ?Sandra ... it?s all in thepast now. Let?s not spoil what we have, going over all that stuff likewe can change anything that?s happened. Can we just say what we said atthe beginning? We both screwed up. I just want us to be good friendsfrom now on.?His last sentence didn?t sound optimistic enough for me, though. Ifhe?d said ?I just want us to pick up where we left off,? that would?vebeen more to my liking. Even if it was impossible and it would ruinlives.