MArk was pretty much at the mercy of Milo but he did not mind this instance, for he was not in any danger. "woah, drool much?" As he felt saliva cover his body and hands, "you know milo, your tougue is rougher than your sisters...but its alot bigger as well, and wetter..." As he continued to massage his tougue. "still its rather nice...soft, warm...out of the sun..."