I took her hands and continued showing her how I put my hands on Ron’s and guided them onto my body. I guided her hands more to feel her own tits. S...e gasp and ask me to ‘keep doing that’, she said out of breath. I kept on as we were both getting hot doing it. I knew what she was up to, and knew this was coming, at least I hoped it was…. as our last sleepover she came up with a little secret game called: ‘Fingers’. It’s where we fingered each other for fun. It starts out in the dark bedroom and. Jones?" You don't mean to tell me that you actually went ahead and did that, you know, that thing to them..." Why yes, Mr. Jones, yes, that is exactly what I did do to them, as it so happens. And they thanked me for it afterwards. Oh, don't looked so shocked, Mr. Jones. It really wasn't very hard for me to pursuade them to finally admit the real reason they had came to visit me in my office, and what it really was they wanted me to do to them. And, unless I'm very much mistaken, I suspect. She steps out of the shower and looks at her body and sees the red marks all over her. She notes that there are no bruises on her. She was sure there were going to be some and is surprised there are none. As she looks into the mirror she sees what he saw and mentally tells herself she does need to work out more. She grabs her razor and heads back into the shower.As she lies in her bed waiting to fall asleep she thinks of what happen tonight and repeats this is not for her. She pictures him in. "Tell him you're airsick," coughed the girl, seeing my panic-stricken expression. I moaned emphatically. "I, uh, have diarrhea." Sorry about that, sir." "Diarrhea!" snickered the girl after he left. "I'd better plug it up." She hooked a saliva-slicked finger in my asshole and speared her head on my tool once again. That did it. My balls gave a portentous rumble. But no way was I going to come without sampling that bare pussy. I snatched my cock from the girl's ravenous jaws before it could.