Now, why don’t you taste it? Give it a good bath with your tongue.”I look up into her eyes and nod as I stick out my tongue. She lays her dick on ...he top of my tongue. It really doesn’t taste all that bad. Kind of musky and a little salty, but it’s kind of good. I slide my tongue up and down the shaft of her cock. “That’s it, you’re doing great.”Slowly she slides the head of her cock inside my mouth just as Bianca’s tongue starts to push against my butthole. “Now wrap those beautiful lips of. "All you have to do is watch them. The boss will call you every few hours," George told them."What about feeding them?" the woman asked."That's up to you," George told them."We'll take care of it," the man said, and pushed the woman and the girls she was carrying toward the house. "If they're too much trouble, I'll just kill both of them." You better wait until the boss OK's that," George told him."We'll see," the man answered."Mama, mama," the two girls called as they were taken into the. "She sat on his lap out of necessity. It doesn't mean they do it all the time." I've often wondered what it would be like to have a brother." I wouldn't know. I don't have a brother either," I said, letting thoughts of Heather, my half-sister, enter my mind. Was she all right?Wanda played with the domino between her fingers for the rest of the trip. I don't know if it was for luck or she was doing it to remind me of how she had 'shaved' my cheek with it. I wondered if she knew that I found it. Hair, skin, and eyes don't matter so much to me, I mean I'd prefer she has smooth skin and shiny hair and eyes that sparkle, but all that's just superficial. You hang around at these high-end clubs you learn that personality is what counts. Appearance can be really kinda "what does he/she see in her/him?" but if the personalities click just SO, that's going to be a match for life. I don't care if she's short or tall, fat or skinny, okay, I like my girls with a little meat on their bones, but.