Sometimes, when she had her tongue buried in the asshole of a man she’d never met before while he yanked on her pigtails and called her a “hot little whore” Lindsey wondered if she should have voted no on the Sexual Service Act.

She voted yes, of course, like every woman in the country, but she hadn’t expected to be forced to do so many intensely perverse things. How many had her tongue their assholes or go ass to mouth? She’d lost count.

“Well, it’s only been a week. I’m sure I’ll get used to it,” she thought and pushed her tongue in a little deeper.