" God, what an asshole." He's not an asshole. Just inexperienced and he refuses to learn. It's unfair and it goes against my ideals. Equality is impor...tant in the bedroom. If I suck him off and swallow his cum, the LEAST he could do is lick my clitoris until I climax. He knows how sensitive my clit is when I'm aroused. Every time we mess around, I practically beg him to go down on me, but he never seems to get the message. Nor does he appear to care."The friend replied, "Well, if you're looking. I wasn't looking forward tochoreography anymore.---That was how the rest of my week went. I would get up and get ready forthe day, drive down to Kate's studio, dance all day, and then come homeand collapse into bed. Then I'd have to do the same thing the next day.But it became easier. Each day I was able to sing more and more of eachsong in key and in tune, while I danced the way that Kate wanted me todance. Each time I'd be gasping less and less after each song. It was alot of hard work, but. Before, long, the brief rest Raymond was given showed its effectivenessas his cock began to rise. When he was hard enough, Fiqua mounted him slowly,letting the crowd see as her wetness enclosed the semi-hard and chafed cockin front of her. The girl was merciless, riding the exhausted Raymond withexperienced perfection. Soon, even through the fatigue a deeper part of Raymondbegan to respond to the pleasure. The crowd started to cheer as Raymond spasmodically,against all will began to hump. “We’ll take more for tomorrow’s dinner, of course. Now, Lori Ann, Mom, Kyra, Van, and Cheyenne ... what wine goes best with long pig, do you think?” Jake laughed evilly.Eugene looked on in utter horror at his own fate that was sealed ... he was to be eaten and he had no hope of escape now. Everyone seemed quite satisfied with the idea of eating him, too. No one protested the notion that he should be the evening meal. Wait, he wouldn’t have to eat himself, too, would he? God, he hoped not!That.