My eyes are like saucers and I can't look away."It's called masturbation, Rachel; we both know we do it."Part of me wants to leave the room, the other...part of me is enjoying the view so I continue to stare."I like to call myself a horny wench," Margaret says with a big smile, "because I'm always horny."Her right-hand reaches under her top and she begins to caress her breasts."Feel free to indulge. There's no one here to see us."Then as she exposes more and more of her breasts I admit to myself. But I don't want her hurt. Or raped."--- "It made you a world of good."--- "Not all girls are horny little whores like me." --- she said --- "So I wanted to ask you, if there is a price for you not touching her. Or any of my friends. I'll do anything."--- "I don't know Sam. What do you think?"--- "What would you be willing to give up, kid?"--- "That's kind of a problem, as I don't have anything to give up. You own me completely."--- "Would you give up your life?"--- "My life belongs to you sir.. It skimmed my mid thighs and flared like a baby doll dress from under the bust line, with thin straps over my shoulders. My cleavage looked sensational and my bosom swelled over the top of the low cut front of the dress. My platinum blonde hair hung in tight curls around my shoulders. I slipped into some red patent strappy sandals with a 4 inch heel, and put a little short sleeve crochet shrug over the top. I looked stunning! Bradley picked me up and his jaw dropped, “You look sensational my. She was continually doing things to it. Today she was putting up wallpaper as he was enjoying the afternoon sun darting through the high old-fashioned windows into the room. The wall covering was some grotesque vintage pattern of flowers and bunnies. They chatted as he had his trousers down and he continued edging his hard thickness, warming himself in the sun's rays. "Still hard, Pops? You sure can keep it up, can't you?" He smiled. They played a little game. Seeing who could edge the longest.