The woman looked up at Frankie with terrified eyes as Frankie still holding her hair pushed her to the floor, “you licked a pussy before slag” she... asked her. “No, no and I don’t want to” the woman pleaded.“Tough we don’t always get what we want, you sucked my boyfriends cock now you can lick my pussy you trollop and lick it good otherwise I will knock you out”.Frankie quickly removed her trousers and pushed the terrified woman’s face against her pussy “lick me you trollop and lick me good. "Oops," said Megan, "I guess we missed something." Cameron used his own underwear and put on the rest of the outfit. Megan showed him how it would be worn by a native of Chaos. "Now you look like any other fairly competent and reasonably paid sailor on shore for liberty." Well, best be on my way then." They walked hand in hand to the transfer room where Megan turned him to face her. She lifted her lips to his, kissed him and whispered in his ear, "Save Rachel - Go."Cameron stepped through the. He slipped his fingers in the hem of my panties, his nose and mouth barely an inch from the white material covering my pussy. I knew a damp patch must have been clearly visible to him as he slid them down my legs.I felt his tongue flick at my pussy lips, they parted at his first touch. I could smell my own scent of sex from my pussy as his tongue pressed against my moist pink opening. His tongue flicked up and down my pussy, eventually he reached my clitoris. I could feel a spark as his tongue. It was aunt Annie who set up some well earning fonds for me.It was in april when we finally moved to Nizza in aunt Annies big house and I was at least happy to have a chambre that had agreat view out on the mediterranean sea. Shortly after our arrival there I got used to sit on the bench of my window and watch the ships and boats go by. Xavier, the gardinier of aunt Annie, quickly became a friend, but I still was mostly sad about the death of my parents. As time went by I lost my sadness bit by.