Girl-cum and donkey-jism slimed onto her lips and into her open mouth. Then her lips parted wider and she clamped her mouth right onto her own cunt-sl...ot, starting to suck."Ummmm--ahhhh--" she moaned, squirming onto her own upturned face.Her cheeks drew in as she sucked. Her mouth was stuck on her cunt like a suction cup. Trickles of donkey-jism and cunt-juice ran down her cheeks."Holy shit!" Belinda breathed.Belinda's sensual lips and tongue were working, as if she were emulating what Maria was. He heard himself moaning, and goddamn, his new husky, feminine voice was sexy. Lucky bastard behind the glass, he thought, half in wonder of the strangeness of that thought.And then it was all gone, both the changed body and the intense feelings of desire for the unseen but wholly felt man behind the glass. He knew that the man had money — who else wears cufflinks, let alone obsidian ones? — and that worried him. He didn’t have anything against the rich, or else he wouldn’t have pursued a law. We were part of the last generation ofkids who were sent outside to play on their own, no adults hovering overus.We were expected to handle everything short of drawing blood on our own,and we did.Now, I know you probably means things were scary. We tend to think of kidjustice as something closer to lord of the flies than lord of the manor,but the fact was we were all unconsciously aware of the fact that ifthings got too out of hand, the adults might Get Involved, and since wedidnt want that, it. He looked around quickly for Tanya. She was looking around sleepily; clumsily trying to sit up with her arms still bound behind her.“Oh, Christ!” Frank exclaimed, reaching over to untie her. “I’m sorry, Honey.”“Ah-ah-ah!” one of the men exclaimed, holding up a real gun this time. “Just leave the goods tied up in the package.”“Hey!” Frank argued, “Al least let my untie my own wife! She’s been laying like that all night.”“What is she? Some kind of bondage slave?” the man with the gun asked. “How.