It was a weird, salty musky taste. But I have to admit, I was turned on as hell! So I thought, 'Fuck it!' and decided to go with it. I started licking...and sucking and slurping. Amy was soon slippery wet with a mixture of vaginal juices and my own spit. I heard her moan a few times as I worked on her."Hey Mindy!" I hear someone say to my right. I turned and saw that it was Kim. She was holding her cell phone up and snapping pictures. "Who's the slut now?" Oh god, Amy! Please don't let her show. It is the sound of the door opening that alerts me I am not alone. But it is done so quietly that I am well aware it's been done in such a way as not to alert me of a presence. Curious, I decide to say nothing. Doing nothing is easy, I can't. But now I am curious for there is no sound, no spoken word other than the almost too cautious, too quiet sound of footsteps approaching my bed."Told you I'd come back," she whispers almost too quietly for even me to hear her. I almost reply to that, then. Mistress Pickles had a fondness for helping the dispossessed and such was Maude. The Mistress made her a sort of secretary and I could tell she was destined to be a beauty and a favourite of my Mistress. I felt no envy. I had a place in the Mistress’s heart that was peerless, I had her confidence and her trust. I liked the girl and, unknown to her, guarded her from some of the jealous unkindnesses that might have come her way. Indeed I had been instructed so to do by the Mistress herself. Over. Well lets start. I will give you 5 dollars if I can have a pair of your used panties, 10 dollars if I can see your tits, 25 if i can touch and suck your tits, and......" she cut me off."Well Uncle Stan, you are a dirty pervert, but I knew that, but lets cut the B.S., give me 50 bucks and I will let you do anyhting you want to me for an hour."She was already starting to take off her shirt and I could see her blue satin bra, then she pulled off her shorts and she was wearing the black thongs I.