Amber was the daughter of my favorite teacher, Debbie Kearney/Howard, of course, and she had the same golden curls to live up to her name. There was S...rah Swain/Howard, Lisa’s little sister, as well, who had her own group of sixty-nine.Last, but not least, there were the so-called “Sister Squad”: Claudia, Caroline, and Candice Adams, my blood half-sisters by my birth father, Clifford Macduff. Though there were plenty of kinswomen, legally, physically, and spiritually, in my commune of four. Going back into the room with the guys, she gave each of them a piece of paper, with numbers down the left side, and a pen then told them to write their name on the top of their piece of paper, then the name of the girl whose tits were about to be visible between the sections of sheet, in the order that they were visible.Then she came back to the girl’s side and told us girls that we were to take it in turns to stand with our tits visible through the gap in the sheets, for 10 seconds. As we did. The front door was designed to keep people out but it was blasted in like a truck drove into the lobby. Two sets of doors were flung into the cement on both sides. The thick aluminum twisted. One old woman was crouched on the floor. She had not seen Kim come in but just the doors flying inward. She wanted to forget this as fast as she could."The person that gets here after Herb, take the old woman to her apartment. She's in shock."The doors to the steps had been locked but the door was far down. I stick out my tongue and take you into my mouth salivating more and more the deeper you get in my throat until I have your whole cock in my little mouth, my chin resting gently on your balls. I can hardly breathe but you feel so good, throbbing and twitching in my throat. I hear you begin to stir and moan so I pull back slowly, letting your foreskin slowly roll forward over your head and then I plunge you into my throat once more, hoping that it will wake you. You still don't wake up but i can.