“Yeah, man, I’d give my right tit to be able to land a chick like her!” the cashier declared, “sorry if that’s shocking, but it’s not as e...asy to be a lesbian as you think.”“Hey, girlie, if you’re gay, you have at least one advantage. You’re a girl. You know how girls think and feel, because that’s how you think and feel, too, at least somewhat. Just think of what might appeal to you and do it for her,” Helen suggested, making the cashier blush a little and nod.“Yeah, she’s not just a pretty. I longed to be touched by human hands, to have my body stroked and my head scratched. I wanted to be petted and groomed. I missed the attention and those boys would never substitute for my Master, that was impossible, but just to feel their hands would give me some small measure of comfort perhaps. I was very sad inside and looking for ways to be healed.I moved across the floor slowly, leaving Bush to finish what was left in our bowl. I was crawling like a dog, keeping my eyes down with my hair. Sucking them eagerly and tasting the swampy limburger flavor of fresh dick cheese.She was beginning to lose it now and sucked harder, lapping her wonderful tongue around the head of the funky tasting dicks...and was now able to force the hardened peckers into her throat.She moved her head in and out, as the stiff, draining pricks slid in and out of her throat. She was expert at this and could do it without discomfort...and with great pleasure. The men were looking down at her now, enjoying. Susma sarma gai or boli kit um bahut badmash ho or hans ke chale gai fir main bhi jaanGaya tha ki ladki ab pat hi gai samjho fir 2 din baad sham ko hamare gauv me light kat gait hi main fir se wahi chat wale room main akela leta tha ki maine dekha ki waha achanak susma aa gai maine pucha ki susma tum kaha se aai usne kaha ki main kaam se aai thi chhat main.Maine dekha kit um ho to main aa gai baate karne maine fir dimag lagaya or susma ko I love you kah diya.wo sarma gai or wo bhi thodi der ke.