.amazing...the girl whom i dreamed about since my adolescent days had given me what every guy in the world wants, a blowjob from the girl next door. I...looked deep into her big, brown eyes as i tried to think of the most amazing thing to say. At this point i didn't know if we were best friends, boyfriend/girlfriend, fuck buddies, or any other backward ass term that could (& probably would) be used to describe us. The best thing i could think of was "Elly...i think i love you, what you did for me. "I'll help," an older Brave who had been here nearly every day watching,jumped off the top rail and began digging in the box for more.Holding one up he asked, "How do they fasten?"Tuti showed him the opening cut in one end link then the groves in theother end link. "You just slide the opening over it where the groovesare cut," she showed him how it was done.As he knelt in the dust now he looked up at Codi, "You know you'rebeautiful, right?"She giggled shyly, "Is that why you are always watching. She reached out with her foot and began to massage my tummy…and this woman began to torment me, she said. “I’ll unplug you…but first you need to lick my pussy clean.”My wrists were hand-cuffed…I smelled terrible; I needed to poop. I needed to empty my bowels…I just nodded my head, as if I understood what she had said to me. She led me closer to her pussy…she remained seated on the toilet with her legs spread wide apart…the scent of her un-cleaned pussy met my nostrils…I didn’t hesitate; my. As she ate, she began to take stock. An interview? At 10pm – nearly three hours away. What could that entail? Was this some sort of initiative test organised by her employers? It seemed unlikely for a highly respected and old-fashioned firm of Edinburgh accountants, but she knew that one of the senior partners had recently spent a few months in Japan. They did strange things there, she knew. But the tattoo, the piercing of her ears and navel, the shaving of her pussy? Surely, no company could.