I began to lick all of the juices up in fear of more pain. Starting with the little that was slipping down, I began circling my tongue along her roseb...d. Working my way up, I lightly licked her lips and up to her clit. I moved back down and began to slide my tongue deeper into her. I could taste the mixture of her juices and the sperm and it was not surprisingly, totally discusting. I felt her tense up and a flood of juice coated my tongue. It seemed like every time she was clean, she would. Margaret had used her. “Fuck her!” she exclaimed to her father. “She can find her own way. I’m done with her.”They were interrupted by a Marine guard who informed them that Alexander was in custody and on a plane back to a “secure location” in the United States.Amy finally said, “ I think I can find Margaret.”Amy and her father returned to the America House at the Sorbonne. According to an attendant, her old room was still vacant. They approached silently. Amy slipped her key into the lock and. He led me into his bedroom and sat me on the bed but not the edge he’d moved me up against the pillows he said he had noticed that some of his magazines had been moved the week before when I had cleaned I just looked at him noticing for the first time he was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts and I could see though them that his cock was hard but not fully erect. He asked me” Did you look inside the magazines?” I just sat there in shock and embarrassment that I was on this man’s bed in a towel. The music room was over this way, he had done by heremany times, but rarely did he expect someone to be playing at this timeof the day. He glanced up at a clock hanging off a wall, it read 4:30,school had been out for about 45 minutes or so and he needed to get homesoon. But the music was attracting him, an entrancing sensation he felthimself walking over to the door of the music room, and slowly openedthe door.What he saw inside was astounding. There sat Chloe, sitting at thepiano, playing it.