It wasn't actually face to face, --and you probably didn't see me."Looking confused, he asked, "So where, then? I don't understand." It wasn't actuall... you, but your foot tattoo that I recognized today after seeing it under the shower curtain of the Husky truck stop yesterday; --ya know, ... while you were conserving water with another guy?"Alex turned crimson, plainly flustered at my blatant accusation and searching for words that only confirmed my shadow of a doubt credence that he was the. We are no longer disturbed and as I swallow the sperm of both of them I suck, the third one empties into my ass.A little makeup adjustment and I go back to my husband who says, "What took you so long, bitch?"We then leave the bar to go to a nightclub.I have to regularly wipe the sperm that runs on my thighs so as not to get my stockings dirty.So we arrive in the discotheque, there too the men are looking at me.I kiss my man and go to the dance floor, where there are the most people. I shake and. " Beside my face, her neatly trimmed pubes dripped with water, the triangle pointing downward to her pert clit. God, she was hot."No problem. Here turn around." She spun away from me and grabbed onto the shower pole, her round, perfect butt sticking out towards me. I looked up between her thighs and eyed the line of her crack as it followed its path down to a tiny puckering anus. She looked delicious. I tried to focus on washing her calves and feet for her. I brought the loofah up her thighs. This extended though our entire training. Our ability to 'taste' let us combine the groups as needed to match the circumstances. The sergeants we had working with us soon learned to rely on Joshua and us to team them up with the group of trainees that best matched their skills and personalities. As the clan numbers grew and training continued we began promoting people who had the ability to 'taste' to positions of authority in the teams. Their ability to 'taste' and the associated ability to.