Her deluded mind was plotting continuously to find a way to eliminate Bojana from the picture and seal her submissive bond with the Ink Master to stay...at his side as his new assistant. In her muddled way of thinking that was the best way to insure her safety and prevent her death or sale into slavery to the flesh markets of the East. Her overactive imagination fostered the firm belief that the latter would be far worse than the former in the overall scheme of things.Since she had first entered. Complimenting us both on what good cock suckers we were.Tracey responded lewdly by telling them that she preferred her cocks spurting cream rather than covered in it.This was the cue for the evening to start and take a bit more of a naughty turn for us both.Tarzan suggested that we move into the backstage area, for a bit more privacy,. Tracey and I agreed readily. By now it was obvious that we were both game for a bit of fun, my cunt had been dripping some juice for a little while, thinking of. " He was still rather hesitant. "Here," I coaxed him, "let me help you with your shirt." I can do it." He pulled with his might to get his shirt off, revealing the baby fat that would go away with puberty. He was charming. My nephew was the first son of the next generation, my sister had some k**s but they would come later. This boy was like a beacon for all of us, he was born as if for the sole purpose of reminding all of us that there were c***dren in this world, with innocence and hope for. She wavered between excitement when he got her clitty, and mild distaste for the whole event, but I would just wait for those moments to pass.I faked his first cum, squirting my special sauce made from flour, water, and alum on her face with his cock in the shot. It was funny, she had no problem with that, her eyes bright, letting her tongue out. I always use a little sugar to make it taste good, and lick it myself before the girls do, so they know it's safe. Then I did some beach shots, but.