“I don’t need to. There is no way anything like that is going to happen. I learned my lesson. And you know damned well that neither Jessica nor Ka...a would tolerate something like that.”“Trust, but verify,” she said, using Reagan’s line that Nick had liked to quote.“I understand.”“Good.”December 31, 1990, Chicago, Illinois“Hi, Francesca!” Jesse said when Carol brought her to the house.“Hi!” she said, hugging and kissing him.Trouble started immediately. Kristin, who had been playing with Jesse,. Then, when the girl kneeled, he pushed his cock to once again enjoy the punishment.Me: You, slap his cock every time you kneel and stand. This will make balance with his pleasure.The girl tapped his balls and sometimes his erect cock after standing up. His penis had become so tight that pushed it harder on her ass cheeks to feel the penetration.The boy’s cock twitched every time she slapped it. If I had allowed it any further, he would have ejaculated on her tight ass cheeks.Me: Both of you, go. I live with my aging grandmother whodoesn't even remember my name. My parents aren't around. I have to havea night job after cheer practice just to eat! Nobody is there for me.Getting to nationals is the only chance I have at getting a scholarshipand getting out of this hell-hole."Well, shit. Don't I feel like an asshole now. "Why didn't you ask forhelp? Brittany. Your best friend. She adores you." I'm embarrassed. I can't ask for help. I'm supposed to be theirleader. I need to be. "Just go slow. "Bernard said that he would. He made an effort to work his massive black prick slowly into her little white ass. After a minute or so he was halfway in. "How does that feel?" he asked Sarah. "Good," she said. He kept going. Soon he was three-quarters of the way in (about six inches deep), and Bernard knew it was time to start fucking her. He pushed forward, then withdrew. Forward, then withdrew. Tyrell had come to the edge of the bed to get a closer look. Yes, Bernard was fucking.