“Tell me everything, right now!” He said as I endured my sexual interrogation. “Oh God, Steven, please eat me, fuck me, I’m begging you!” �...Does your little pussy want a licking?” He asked mockingly. “Yes, please do it!!!” He licked me a few times and then stopped. “If you want more, then you tell me more,” he ordered. “I can’t tell you much more.” He put his tongue close to my clit. “You can’t tell me anything else?” “I told you, I can’t.” He flicked his tongue near my clit, but never touched. Ruth showed great interest and over the next few months we repeated the experience many times. Ruth learned of Saras’ desires and she said to me one day that apparently Saras’ bed was an old steel thing with great big brass bed knobs. Sara mentioned one day that she’d seen a video on line where some woman fucks her bedstead. “that’s what I reckon she’d love” she told me one day, so we gently worked in to our IM’ing sessions the idea of this.I’d gotten Sara to tell us that she had one of. "This is some good shit girls, Jamaican shit, the best!" Watch your language," Marianne chastised. "Did you bring matches too?" What do you think I am?" He asked defensively."That's why I asked John. I know what you are. You're a horny toad. Now light up and start passing it around."Nadia giggled and opened a beer for John, which he gulped down trying to prove himself. The result was a loud burp. The girls blatantly ignored him, enjoying the first hits on the joint."Show us your boner John,". It was enough to make everybody sick, and they all come out to call insults as they left." Fighting Hawk shook his head. "What about the other two families?" Night Owl shook his head. "They aren't much better, but they keep their mouth shut. It's about all that they do. I think that they are even too lazy to feed themselves."Fighting Hawk looked at the first family that wasn't gagged. "You are related to the Beavers here?" He watched as the man nodded his head. Fighting Hawk motioned to the two.