After that we slept together but never spoke a word to one another.In our relationship were never spoke of sexual things,we did communicate with signs... like when he wanted me to bang his thighs he would take out my rod and place it in between his thighs and massage me then I would ram his thighs,yes thighs because I really hate anals.Our Second BJ session; on this night when I went down on him and gave his rod a few kisses he himself placed his rod in my mouth and kept moving it to and fro. Just like today. When I went to sleep I was a little hungry and I thought I was going to wake up thrust because I was in the sun. I'm not thirsty or hungry. It's like I slept, ate and drank all at one time," she laughed."Wow that's going to save me lots of money," I answered with a slight chuckle."But I did wake up with a funny taste in my mouth. I think my Uncles probably played a trick on me or something," she said."Or really, what kinda tastes? Why do you say that?" I asked with. Anybody can screw a sloth--hell, even that redheaded horsefucker, Audre, could get a rise out of Droopy here."Lenny searched the faces of the three men, searching for a clue to the nature of the next test. It was becoming unbearably suspenseful for her. She knew that this was the final and most important of all the examinations she had gone through this would decide once and for all whether she would get the attractive and mysterious position."All right, Boss Carl," she murmured, "whatever it. The huge bed was a mess, pillows were scattered around the room and thesheets looked like they needed to go into the washing machine right away.I made a mental note to not forget to do that before bed time - it was 4pm in the afternoon. In the same instant I hated myself for my obedience.On the bed, mistress was draped as if a painter had put her in position -or Helmut Newton, himself. She was lying on her stomach, head supported onone hand, absently playing with her long auburn hair, the other.