"I wouldn't worry too much Mr and Mrs Collins," the school's consulting psychologist had said. "Many children, girl's especially, have imaginary frien...s," he clasped his hands together while adjusting his glasses and smiling at both parents glibly. Frank was wondering if he had ever entered a John Ritter look-alike competition."It's not the Imaginary friends we're worried about Dr Shand," Dianne glanced across at her husband for support. "It's... how do I say this?," she looked around for some. My sizable, semi-hard cock printed through my grey slacks in her tiny hand, and Irina had flushed red while trying to look at something else. Her warmth had turned to an awkward chasm between us, and I had only just barely been able to write my hotel room on a business card for her as she excused herself and scurried away.It had been a few weeks since I'd signed Vera's tight ass into the company, and work had been ramping up consistently since. Going to this con was finally the break I needed. I was glad to have the house to myself for once, normally my brother would be sat in front of the t.v. hogging the remote, or my mum would be pestering me about some chore I hadn't done yet. It was basically winter outside so I decided to go take a shower so I could relax in my p.js and watch t.v all nice and cosy afterwards. I ran up stairs, grabbed a towel, and started slipping out of my clothes as I entered the bathroom. After washing my hair I got out of the shower realizing that I'd picked. The rigid cocks in her pussy and ass slid deep inside her and a heavy calloused hand slid up over her mouth to muffle her moans of submission and utter humiliation as she was fucked. Samantha thrashed from side to side in her bed as she dreamed. She dreamed of Miss la Veau, smiling when Samantha was returned to her.She was lying in the sheets of her four poster bed, with two black candles lighting the room on either side; smiling as she surveyed Samantha’s body. The girl remained in her boots.