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Picket Fences

... her restraints. Maxine quickly crawled under the makeshift fence/support and began licking Kimberly's cum covered tits as it dripped off of them. 'This is much better than drinking my mom's milk when I was a baby,' she thought. She suckled on the teenager's tits as if her very life depended on it. Kimberly came from the very first contact of Maxine's lips clasping her over-excited nipples. And this only encouraged her to swallow more of Big John's cum. The crowd around them cheered as flashes of cameras exploded around them. But they didn't care, not anymore. They were too lost in their lust to care. Their 'performance' lasted another twenty minutes before all the animals were sated and lead away. Part Sixteen Epilogue Cynthia and Megan both cleaned them with their tongues to the applause of the audience and neither Maxine, nor Kimberly cared anymore. They didn't even care if they were killed to keep this sinful circus' secret. But they're lives were in no way threatened. In fact, Peter let them use his trailer to wash up, and gave Maxine a change of clothes as the apes had ripped hers to shred earlier that evening. "Wha… what are you going to do with us?" Max finally asked. "Not a fucking thing," Peter assured her. "Aren't you worried that I'll report this?" She asked. ...

... Peter just turned to his computer and turned the screen to them. On it was an mpeg playing back Maxine's, and then Kimberly's performance. "I don't think we have to worry about that, do you?" He grinned. "You… you're going to put that on the web?" Kimberly cried in deep shame. "Not unless you force us to," he told them. "Now get dressed and go back to where you belong." With those final words, the midget simply walked out and left them to their own thoughts. Kimberly turned to Max with a worried look in her eyes. "What about dad?" She asked. "Wha… what will you tell him?" Obviously, Max's decision was made very simple and clear by Peter Dreeb's veiled threat. "Uh, I'll just say that my investigation was a dead-end," she assured the teenager. "Don't worry Kimberly. This'll stay between us, I swear." After a brief pause, she added. "If… if you need to talk about this, drop by to see me anytime, okay." "Uh, okay," Kimberly was relieved. "Max, thanks." *************************** The trip home was deathly quiet and uneventful. Neither young woman knew what to say about what they had endured this evening. And worse, neither could admit to the other how much they loved the whole experience. 'I wonder where they'll perform next?' They each asked themselves the same question. The End