Brandi and Marsha:
NO WAY! you didn't really enter it?
and why not? 1 mil $. bye bye crappy job!
You think it's legit?
home showcase? You know how much they made on that
Christmas special last year, Vermont Vixens?
Ya, but forty days on some island? And red, it's not like
we'd be in control, it's the organizers that'll be calling
the shots.
Hummm. that's true. but I'd still control slave, it's just
the scene that is set up for us.
Brandi Webber knew Colleen from back in high school. Although now
separated by distance, she and her submissive, kitten, living in Ohio,
and Colleen and John in Florida, they'd quite often get together for
vacations and such.
Kitten was lying behind her mistress, who was lying on the bed chatting
with Colleen on her laptop. Kitten's head was between her mistress'
legs, her tongue busy at her pussy, and she could also see the screen.
John might be chosen for the contest, she thought, to spend forty days
on a tiny island.
Kitten remembered that week in the Bahamas, that little cottage on the
beach that the two couples had shared. The night that she had spent on
the open beach with Colleen's slave John was one she'd never forget.
She'd been chained to him and to a heavy piece of driftwood for the
whole night.
She pushed her tongue deep into her mistress' slit, felt her mistress'
thighs clamp down against her ears as she gave a small shudder.
It's 1 million dollars Brandi, think about it.
besides, it could be a blast if we both get picked.
Brandi opened her legs to look down at her sweet kitten. Kitten looked
up with eyes wide, her mouth still firmly pressed against her mistress'
sweet pussy.
"Well kitten, should we try for it?"
Kitten sucked her mistress' clitty into her mouth to madly flick her
tongue over it. Brandi had her answer.
Kitten says, YES!
Cool!
oh, oh, Ohhh. . . bye red.
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