”They head down the hall, Edith carrying her backpack and small suitcase. Both are packed to the brim as if she were staying for a week or more. Hel..., she hadn’t planned to be here for a day much less any longer. If she had time to prepare for this or had even been home when her mother arrived, she sure as hell wouldn’t be here now.The room is exactly how she left it. All her posters are still in the same places. Her books are still on the bookshelves. Her bed is only partially made just as she. “Wauw, she is wet..” one man revealed. One, no two fingers were inside her. She made sure that some clothing were in front of her eyes. Might as well go all the way, pretending to be tied and blindfolded. “Suck, bitch..” Amelie turned towards the voice. Got a semi-hard penis in her mouth and began to suck in, feeling how it grew bigger, harder. At the other end of the crate, the other man replaced his fingers with his cock. She made a sound, with her mouth full of another cock. She had left the. "Yes, I would do anything." You don't mean it because I told you what you have to do." I can't do that," he said dejectedly."Why not?" she asked."Because he'll want Emily." Of course he will. He's wanted Emily since we were in high school. If you want me, you'll get Emily into his bed," she replied. The music stopped. I remembered she leaned against him to whisper in his ear. "I want you, but Paul will have to tell me to do it. He won't tell me to screw you unless he has fucked Emily." She. I knew what I was going to do.As George watched, I unlaced my left boot with trembling fingers and pulled it from my foot. Barely breathing, I undid my belt and pants next, shimmying them down my legs until I could pull my left foot free. I didn’t want to undress completely, in case someone came by. This way, I’d at least leave myself a chance to recover my modesty in a pinch.George gave an impatient snort, and I lay down in the sand obligingly. I settled on arranging myself on my side, facing.