I moved behind you and slid my cock in to your dripping pussy still on your knees and it only took a few thrusts before you came all over my cock such...was the turn on of what you just did. I stopped mid stroke not wanting to cum too soon when suddenly another cock appeared from the glory hole on the right. This one was big-about 8 inches long. I said to you, "Well don’t just stare at it" you just shook your head and moved toward the pulsating cock. Again you licked the head, which was dripping. Miss Pananeenee was a 23 year old fan and white gazelle she was quite tall for a girl 5'11" skinny with small pointed boobs who's nipples always seem to be hard and poking through her blouse, well I guess it was a blouse as with all her outfits her tops were usually white or nude in color and always skin tight and see through. Never needing a bra Her hard dark mahogany nipples were easily seen through her shirts, and she always she wore a tight dark colored short skirt. Not quite a miniskirt. Anita's parting words sounded like a warning to her and brought her backto reality, "Don't act like a hussy girl; whatever happened during theweekend was simply an outburst of mine, obviously I needed it. Don'texpect though a repetition soon. Now go back to work and act normally. Iexpect an impeccable house tonight and make sure that you cook somethingnice; Miss Armstrong is back and she is expected to dinner." Here wasthe stick again!In the evening after coffee was served Anita asked Betty to. She relaxed, loving the feeling of having slept deeply. In the last few days she’d changed. She could feel it.She didn’t feel anxiety at being disconnected with her friends back in Los Angeles. In fact, she didn’t miss being there. Slowly, without being conscious of it, she’d grown to like the peace and isolation here. It was nice not to worry about fitting in, being part of the right group, or trying to rebel against Mom for more freedom.But, she missed Mom. She wished Mom could be here, be.