It seems kind of pointless. Who would get pleasure out of asking something like this?"Jake said, "I don't know." He thought for a minute. Pleasure, he...wondered. "So you'd feel better about saying 'yes' to people if you knew they'd get pleasure out of it?" Well sure," said Abbie, still mopping the floor. "I just want to help make people happy!" So what if I asked you to ..." he paused, and swallowed nervously. "To ... suck my dick, right here in the break room."Abbie looked up at him. Suddenly. Those whose number had been called would not get any choice in the matter, they would be selected for either live butchery or live whole spitting based on the fat content and size of their meaty bodies. These girls were given a meat grade rating A or B. Grade As were reserved for whole live spitting because their meat was decided to be of the best top quality and the Grade Bs were butchered into parts, packaged and shipped to super markets all over the country When a girls number was called it. “Throw it straight up in the air.”“You’re no fun, Lightfoot.”It was time to move. “Stay here,” I ordered Callie. “Don’t even open the door.”“How long will you be? Is it dangerous?”“Fifteen minutes or so. There’s no danger. While I’m gone, figure this one out. If you feed me I grow. But if you give me a drink, I die. What am I?“With her preoccupied, I walked up the street to the apartment building. Security wasn’t great. I could have picked the lock if I’d had the tools. I didn’t.At the. " Do you know what size you are?" No. I'm sorry." Don't say you are sorry. You have nothing for which to apologize."Then she lifted her robe and showed her brother that she was naked underneath. "Does this help? What size do you think I am?"Robert sat there staring into her lap. Her pussy mound was bare. The situation reminded him of some of his dates with Jennifer at the drive in."A ... a ... five ... maybe?" he stammered as he pulled away from the school, and drove several blocks to the.