I parked the car but the housewas dark. Didn't look like anyone was home. After a few minutes, I went tothe door to ring the bell, and another envelop... was taped to the front doorwith my name on it. I opened it, and had to go back to the car to read it asit was so dark. "Terry, you are a prisoner of war. You are to strip out ofall of your clothes except your bra and panties and put them in the suitcase.You will then enter the house and go upstairs to my bedroom after locking thefront door.. She commented that you have a good physique.I thanked her.Then she cooked dinner and we had it together.Now it’s a tough time to decide that where we both will sleep.Whether we will sleep together,or we will adjust in different rooms or etc.She also confirmed that she is very tired as from morning itself she was running here and there for her father in law.I with confidence asked her that if she needs a spa.She confirmed that hope it’s safe.I asked that you will get a good sleep and also you. Since becoming the cheer team's manager you've fantasized about her almost as much as the actual cheerleaders."Hey! What are you doing?!"You turn to the side and see Taylor, the Head Cheerleader. The sight of her in the school's red and gold cheerleader uniform always makes every guy hard. She has the most gorgeous face, she even looks "come hither" when she's snarling at someone with disgust, as she often does with you. Her long black hair is always perfect. Her big tits bounce so much they. Nothing too crazy-" as Dean continued talking Julie felt the sensation of the smooth back of her vagina being placed directly against skin from another person. What the hell is Melanie doing? Is she?...Is she wearing me right now? Julie thought."-so not that much has been going on. So, what's new with you?" Dean finished. Julie could tell he was trying for her attention. She must seem distracted."Oh, you know. I have been doing some volunteer work. My friend kinda put me up to it, but it is.