My tongue darts out, licking the trail your finger left, then I raise my head, and stroke your finger with my tongue, lapping all my juice from it. Yo... groan, and intertwine both hands into my hair, vigorously tugging my mouth to yours. You penetrate my mouth, roughly. I slowly relax my body, muscle by muscle, and let you ravage me. Your fingers tighten, and my head is pulled back, my neck stretching. Your cock has become positioned against my entrance, and I move my hips, trying to help it. We were made very welcome by Gail, who was obviously the master in their relationship. Amber served us drinks first, before disappearing into the kitchen, to finish preparing dinner. Gail was heavily made up looking very gothic. Her breasts were barely hidden under a leather vest, a leather skirt and high heeled boots over black ribbed nylons. Amber was in a French maids dress, and above the bib of her uniform, her tits were exposed with something attached to her nipples. It was hard not to. She already had a beautiful, doll-like face, with big blue eyes, a cute little nose, and a pouty mouth. Her healthy, thick blond hair, heretofore virtually ignored, was now kept carefully washed, conditioned, and brushed to a shine. The early promise of her girlish figure, as well as her mother's genes, suggested that someday her body would drive men to distraction. In fact, unless eighth grade boys were made of sterner stuff than I remembered, I was sure that she was already maddening them, at. I'd gone over and over my meeting with Mr. Axelbland in my head, still unable to find a place where I'd taken a wrong turn. When I tried the same thing, looking at things from Tina's perspective, I could understand some of her fears, but they never rose to a point where I'd consider all of them together as being sufficient justification for how she'd reacted to me when she found out about what I'd done.On the fifth day, Sherry showed up on my doorstep, carrying all her worldly goods, on her.