An eternity…or so it seemed. She picked up a pink bow and sewed it about the tiny hole where the neck would be. She fiddled with it for several impo...sibly long moments. It had to be perfect. It just had to be. Nothing else would do. Perfection. ‘Good girl.’ The words echoed off the sides of her mind. Bounced for an eternity from neuron to neuron. How many times had she heard those words? Had many times had her Nana praised her for being her ‘good little girl?’ When she sat so still in church.. “When you touch her muscles, you can feel her heat and her power, and it makes you feel safe and strong like nothing can go wrong.”“Courtney, you need help,” I said.“No Greg. You’ve felt it too,” Courtney insisted, standing up and pointing down at me. “I can see it in your face. You felt her power. You want her, too.”“No Courtney. I do not want a ten year old girl. Besides, girls with muscles are about the grossest thing I can think of.Courtney sobbed into her hands again. I have no idea why. His wrinkles made him appear to bein his mid-thirties. He was thin but not scrawny. Jordan?s hair matchedthe color of his brown slippers. His eyes matching his greenhandkerchief tucked into his red dinner jacket. Ralph noticed his barelegs. Jordan could have been naked for all he knew. ?Let?s step intothe office and talk,? he asked while stepping down the stairs.?What?s this all about?? asked Ralph as Mr. Jordan walked by him. Ralphlooked down at him, then again he had to, due to his height at. Aur isko chaat apni tongue se” . “And rub your hard clit Mrs Jyoti Saraogi..I know your cunt is flowing. Oh what a whore”, he grunted.The lustfire raged in her body. She moaned, lasciviously dragging her tongue over his cock-shaft and balls, lapping and sucking the heavy orbs by turn. The man grunted in pleasure at the feel of her soft face and hair between his thighs. She dragged her tongue up through his groin to his belly, sweeping her tongue through his recessed navel, caressing her face.