Please don’t Master. Please don’t put your fingers in me. I know I’m your pet, your star pupil, your little schoolgirl Cum Girl. I know I sai... I needed you, that I want you, that I want you to take me home, that I want you to fuck me and that I want you to relieve me of my virginity. Yes, I want you to make me into a woman, but I really need the toilet Master.No, please don’t stop Master. I’m sorry if I’m a tease. I need them. I need your fingers in me. I need your fingers fucking me. . . I'm sorry, I don't know your name."She looked at Linda, "Sorry, I'm Mary, Mary Angelino".Linda spoke again, "Mary, our uncle just adopted us and he has no idea of how to raise two teenage girls. Would you consider a job taking care of us? We are building a ranch in Oregon on some land that we own."I opened my mouth and Linda shot me a glare that made me shut it again. Mary didn't miss that and looked at me, "You're the parent. Why aren't you hiring me?"Before I could answer Linda broke in,. Soon the muffled sounds of Mandy's moaning was heard through the bedroom wall."That quarterback punk must be really pounding her pussy," Mike said to himself.Mike soon found himself getting excited by the sound and his cock began to thicken. He scolded himself for reacting in such a manner."That's your sister making those sounds," he said becoming angry with himself.Finally the sexy moaning took its toll and his cock became hard as nails. He removed his sweats and began to jack off as he. Me: I had told you to take out your top also, and wear only my jacket before entering the multiplex.Sheela: You were insane that day. You know I was scared, but laughing when that lady found my bra and my top in my bag before letting us into the multiplex. She probably figured I was not wearing anything inside the jacket.Me: Your nipples were hard and visible over the jacket as well and your boobs were bouncing with every step. I think not only that lady who saw you, everyone, who saw you knew.