Some reason instinctively starting sucking on his head. Man he tasted good for a cock. He gave me a low moan for my actions which caused me to suck ha...der. The look of pleasure on his face only wanted me to please him more. Then he pulled it away and left me gasping like a hungry nympho. He walk away sit down on the loungers they set up he and motion for me to come to him with the wave of his hand. I got up and walked over got down on my knees, look inside his eyes and started blowing him. I. After calming down I explained to Alan our situation, budget, fear of Atlanta and even our lack of a home in less than a week. He leaned back in his chair and looked me over before saying “You are a very beautiful girl Lindsey.” From my tear filled eyes I looked at him questioningly. “Let me show you why I am going to help you. Follow me.”With that I followed him out of the study and up 2 flights of stairs to the top floor of the house. He made a right turn and opened a door to his bedroom and. You need to learn what a boy’s cum tastes like. Scoop it off your leg or shorts and put it in your mouth.”They all groaned, “Eeewww!”“Do it! If you didn’t get any on yourself, get some from Phyllis or Janice.”Very tentatively and reluctantly, the girls did so, some screwing up their faces at the taste, others looked thoughtful.“Well. We do have a bunch of messy girls now,” Jones observed. “You can’t wear those spermy shorts, so I want you to take them off--in fact, I want everyone--all of. ”“I know you were teasing. Ewwwww! Anal sex? Yuck!”“So ‘everything’ doesn’t actually mean ‘everything’?” I teased.“Would you try that? Seriously?”“I’ve done it before,” I said.“Was it totally gross?”“No, just weird.”“Francesca really let you do that with her?”“I can’t answer that question,” I said.“But she was the only person you were with before me, right?”“I can’t answer that question, either.”“Why?”“Because it’s not right to talk about what I did with any girl, or even which girl I might.