” I could feel my cheeks blush red. His hand rested on my waist for a second, then he removed it to fix is hair. “Oh, you loved it,” was his rep...y as he walked away. “Maybe I’ll stop by in the morning...?” He was gone before I could protest. I pushed through the day, as long and agonising as it was. I kept thinking of his face between my legs, or the way his cock sprung upwards when I pulled his boxers down, or how his hands roamed my body as he fucked me. It was torture, and it was amazing at. "-------------------------------------------------------------------------After washing up and shaving my legs, I brushed my teeth, rubbed lotionon my body, and went to get dressed. I went to my underwear drawer andpulled out a pair of black cotton panties, then put them on. I then puton a black bra and adjusted it to properly support my breasts. Afterthat, I put on a pair of white ankle socks, blue low rise skinny jeans,and then zipped up a pair of black scrunch boots with buckles over. You're not fearsome, you're a lot like us. Different too, yes, very different in many ways, but not a kind of difference to fear, just ... a difference."There was a long silence. Nobody moved. Then at last the mother spoke again. "You humans have taught us very much in many ways. You teach us again now." She turned to Meiers­dottir. "We will go with you, Amanda. You say one hundred may go?"Meiersdottir's jaw had literally dropped. She swallowed to dispel a sudden lump in her throat. "About. She'd lost track of time and had no idea how long she'd been fucking those guys, the pot altering her sense of time, the white stuff altering the rest of her world. In the back of her mind she knew it was cocaine, and with everything she had subjected both her mind and body to in the last week, she somehow couldn't wrap her twelve year old brain around the fact and admit that she was using hard addictive drugs, and so went down a path of denial."Not quite yet baby-doll, you got a couple more.