Then I did it myself at first she was little shy. I touched her belly which is very flat and very fair in color and I could not control myself and I a... moving my hand all over her belly. She felt excited and I can feel it through her heavy breathing. When I was moving some hair from her face accidentally my hand touches her right breast. To my surprise she did not say any! Thing and I got some courage and started moving my hand on her cheeks and told her that she is very beautiful. I knew she. ..here, y'all take it. I'm full any way...' The third guy quipped '...naw you ain't got shit in you yet, or maybe you do and need to let us get it out of you...' Tensed and scared I kept walking as the first guy took my sack of buggers, he said '...come on don't act like that, here we'll give you back your sack we don't mean nothing...' The third guy saw I wasn't taking hold of the bag and grabbed my right arm just above the elbow and snatched me around to face him saying '...look bitch, you. " It lookedlike that boy was going to be my next customer. I started to wonder whatthe backstory was that lead to Ms. Brown bringing her boy here.I kept an eye on them while I worked. I noticed that the boy had actuallypicked up one of the hairstyle magazines and they were now looking at ittogether. I guessed that the boy was about 9 or 10 years old, but hisfrail build and somewhat delicate features made it hard to tell. Hisoutfit was basically a gender-neutral, running shoes, jeans, and. She picked up the on her left gently. It felt slimy like raw meat with large goose bumps all over it. Its tentacles coiled lightly around her wrists and forearms. Lyna brought it closer to her face, staring at what appeared to be the head. It didn’t seem to have eyes or ears, but there were three small orifices around the tip that opened and closed as she looked at it. Impulsively, she licked the thing from the tip to the upper most opening. The mucus covering it tasted like earth with a slight.