Ginny snickered openly, it seemed like her turn anyway. "What kind of business, M'sieu'?"

Larreau sobered quickly: he didn't appreciate her obvious meaning. "Your tongue is long enough to choke you, Ma'mo'selle. I suggest you curb it," he snarled at her. "Talking as you do, a girl could find herself in an awkward situation, eh?"

Ginny never lost her smile. Factually, she was in ecstasy, and at such times little could reach and upset her. Her loins had come alive with tiny prurient sensations caused by his massive prick that she was forcing in and out of her vaginal passage at a rapid, ever increasing rate. And she had serviced him long enough now to know that he would do little until he'd spewed his hot, white sperm up into her. She placed a kiss on the tip of her finger, then lay that on the end of his nose.

He grinned, unable to hold it back. His colorless eyes dropped to stare at his proud cock pushing and pulling at the pink, ragged lips of the hair-lined pussy between her straddling legs, the tiny coral petals of its inner lips clasping hungrily around the glistening shaft as it disappeared deep up the salacious clasping hole.

"You're the best," he said suddenly, not meaning to, but unable to hold it back. "You fucking whore… you're the best ever!"

She laughed. "Yes, darling, I know," she said, smiling and squirming, writhing her round buttocks on the down-stroke.

"But you think you have me trapped, eh pig?"

"No… no, I don't. I never wanted you trapped, M'sieu'. I never wanted you at all. You made me what I am."

"Bitch!"

"Oui… in French. Exactly… in good old USofA, master."

"You are a big mouth! You talk too much and say too little," he snarled at her. "How would you like to join the ranks of my swill-pigs, sow?"

"I figure that's just about my next stop…"