"If you refuse to follow my instructions, you'll be sorry." Oh yeah? And what'll you do?" she asked, still using her taunting, defiant tone. Debbie co...ld almost see her wagging her shoulders at her."I'll leave you here alone. I'll leave you unfinished and you'll never know where I was going to take you." Debbie explained in a cold, matter-of-fact tone."You're bluffing. If I feel like talking to you, I'll..."Their conversation came to an abrupt end when Debbie hung up the phone and sat back in. .. there,” she said pointing to the bench at the end of the bed, “and watch me ... and not touch ... me ... or each other. I want to come for you.”Oh my god! I was hard already. I’d read stories online—hey, everybody knows where to find that kind of stuff—and some included voyeuristic scenes. But they were always directed by the viewer, often having to convince or order the performer. But Lissa wanted to just entertain us. Well, no. Not just entertain. She wanted to be sure our attention was. We kissed for a bit and I worked my hands up her shirt. To go with her tininess she was flat chested, but she had amazing nipples. They seemed to be about 3/4 of an inch long and very sensitive. She had an orgasm from humping me and my playing with her tits. She led me into her bedroom and stripped. I smiled when I saw her fully shaved pussy. She said "Do you like?" I said "I like a lot."I picked her up and flipped her upside down. I buried my face in her crotch. She was very wet and really. I know she's said more than once that she just keep leaving messages. I just checked the phone bill." Can't hide it from there."That Monday at work, I took my lunch break to place the call. I rang a couple times before someone answered."Hello?" Hi, I'm looking for Mr. or Mrs. Weeks." You're talking to the Missus. How can I help you?" I'm calling for a friend, your daughter Julie."I got a very rude, "Oh" returned back to me."She's been trying to get in touch with you for a few weeks and has been.