"Although I don't care much for ramen noodles. I'm normally pretty big on Lean Cuisine but don't have the freezer space here." A man after my own tast...e," she smiled as she got up. "In the states, my dinners are mostly by Dinty Moore, Chef Boyardee, or Hormel."Roger let her go ahead of him as they went into the RV. It was the first time he had a look at her back in the swimsuit -- and was surprised to see a large and elaborate black tattoo there: a pair of cattails blowing in the wind, all done. She continued licking till she had Miranda as dry and clean and possible, then looked up, awaiting her next instructions.Miranda met her gaze firmly. "Now repeat after me," she commanded. "I love being your cunt licker."Pam lowered her head ashamedly and mumbled something, eyes on the floor."Say it loud and proud or get back to tongue fucking, slut!" Miranda barked. "Say it! Say 'I love being your cunt licker' you fucking lesbian slut!"Pam looked up startled and blurted "I love being your cunt. I looked over at her and she seemed to be distracted, and something seemed a bit off. “Is anything wrong?” I asked. She was slow to respond. “I have something I want to talk about, but I’m not sure how to start,” she replied. I put down my pen. “You can tell me anything. What’s up?” She looked at me with a look of nervousness and excitement. I wasn’t sure what was about to come, but I wasn’t ready for what I was about to hear. “Well, you know that I haven’t dated anyone here, partially. "I just wanted to get you alone finally. You've been bugging me all week with how you work. " How do I work?" You look so innocent and sweet behind those cute little glasses of yours and your funny little way you look so helpless. Like a child. Makes me just want to...mmm!" I was now so close I could have licked his glasses with my whole tongue. My boobs were right against his chest and my pelvis was arched in towards his dick, like I was inviting him to thrust forward himself."Um...you're.