It was a penis. They were all penises. Penises of all shapes and sizeslittering the street. John thought this highly amiss, but assumed that whatever ...he'd takenlast night must still be affecting him. What had he taken last night?Where was he last night? What did he do? All these questions and morefurrowed his brow. He couldn't even remember what he was doing 12minutes ago, let alone 12 hours.So off he went to work. He worked in a large office block in the middleof London, and everywhere he went. Then it is lapping at her clit and her hips begin to thrust to the rhythm of my licking. She feels my finger push into her cunt again as my tongue continues to lick her clit. Then another finger and another until she is sure my fist is filling her, fucking her. She can't believe how amazing she feels, with me between her legs. She writhed in my grip, thrusting her cunt up into my face, her juices smearing all over my face as my tongue rasped and raked against her clit. She is moaning now, held. Nothing more."Sharon had shook her head in disbelief over what she was hearing. Dolly was absolutely a wonder. She knew a few of the men were considering the possibility of asking her out, but were unsure of how to go about it. Sharon shared this information with her, and she laughed out loud. "I'm just the same as other girls. If a man wants to ask me out, he has nothing to worry about. I will accept or decline based on how he has treated me in the past. If he has been nice, I will go out with. He has not failed in anything I have placed before him when it benefitted you."I felt the tears as they traced my face. "The slut should have endured the trials, not little boy. If she would have known, this slut would have told him not to do it." That's what he said, and that's why you will not tell him you know. I just wanted you to know it, because this week he does not have me to protect him. He hasn't failed you; don't fail him by proving him wrong." The slut intended to be the best slave.