"Fuck first? Yes! Think about breakfast, I've thought about it and I want you take me to the cafe up the street. I love their eggs, sausage and croiss...nts." You're on top, just put it in and do your thing," Frank said. "I'm still tired." Bullshit," she sneered. "No breakfee, no fuckee."Frank laughed at her meek attempt to sound like a Chinese laundry man."What's so funny. I'm hungry." Isn't there a crust of bread in the kitchen?" he asked."If we have any, it is stale and hard." I'm hard. You. John, let me have one of your cards, too. I suspect we’ll be seeing a lot more of this young man.” Carlin handed it to me, after writing a phone number and a brief note on it.“That’s my direct line. If I’m not in the Capitol, they’ll know how to get me.”The two of them left. “Cal, now that the game is over, it IS considered acceptable to tip the dealers,” Judge Bannister said. I peeled two thousand off my winnings for them. All four of them looked at me like I had two heads. The Judge just. I was so stunned by them doing this that I just let them feel me. Any other time I'd have screamed and ran away, but I was drunk and watching them do this to me in the mirror and it really excited me. It was like watching a porn and being able to feel it. I'd never had two guys playing with me before and it got me wet almost instantly. Dave said, yeah she's wet as hell all right. I leaned back on the couch and spread my legs a bit more and let them do anything they wanted. I pretended to close. Both Nicole and Faye looked on at myhumiliation and I could tell from their faces that they were both becomingenvious of Miss Kristen.?Ummm Kristen, is there any chance that you could get her to lick my feet??asked Nicole, completely taking advantage of my now publicly revealed slavery.?Sure, why not, I?m getting bored with her slobbering tongue anyway. Slave, drymy feet with your hair and then lick Nicole?s feet for her.? ?Yes Miss Kristen? I responded while using my ponytail the wipe the.