I brought her wet finger to her mouth. She automatically opened it and tasted my pussy juices. Anger was replaced by lust in her eyes. She quickly rec...overed, stepped back and rested her behind on her desk. “James, I want you to fuck her,” Catherine commanded the poor sap. “Lick her pussy.” James dropped to his knees between my spread legs and roughly pushed his inexperienced tongue between my cunt lips. When he inserted a finger in my vagina, to replaced his tongue, I had to do something. . They threatened to put her in a whorehouse until her debt was paid. Then they decided to kidnap her and ransom her back to her father for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.When I came along to help her they decided to punish her. That was how my cock wound up in her ass.I found out that Margo was thirty-seven years old. I told her that I was fifteen. She laughed and said that she lost her virginity when she was fifteen. I told her that I just had. She laughed and said that it didn’t count. “Thanks for keeping me company this morning, I really enjoyed it.”“It was my pleasure, Admiral!” she exclaimed with a delighted grin, giving him a cheeky salute.Eyeing the aroused state of her nipples, he nodded. “So I see.”Faye giggled, the purple bloom in her cheeks darkening as she got dressed. They walked out into the bedroom and John glanced at the bed as Alyssa started to stir.The blonde gave him a brilliant smile. Morning, handsome.You might as well stay in bed, there’s no need for you. .” And she went back to drinking her cold cup of runny egg whites, which (if she was being honest with herself again) was day-old semen from the community reservoir. Her first task of the day was to refill the milk cartons in the fridge with the left-over samples from the previous shift. As disgusting as the taste and texture were, it took a lot of willpower not to put her lips directly on the vat’s open tap and guzzle down a week’s worth of fertilized prostate juice. Mornings are the worst.