”“But you taste so good,” Lily moaned. “Oh, Alison, I love licking your pussy. It's not so bad, I guess.”“We're her slaves!”“And obedi...nt slaves don't call their goddesses witches,” I commanded. “They only say nice things. Right?” Tingles.“Yes, Mom,” Alison groaned, her eyes going wide. “You're...” Her jaw worked. She wanted to disparage me again. But she couldn't. “You're... Fuck! Your pussy tastes wonderful!”Then she buried her lips back into my pussy and tongued me hard like the good, little. Rachel was standing with her pajama pants and panties pulled down half way on the thighs, totally exposing her wet sex to the other girls, which couldn't take their lust filled eyes from her crotch. What she just had told the birthday girl and the other two was still ringing in their ears and none of them called even say anything, even cocky Sarah, who had started this game was dumbstruck. Had they heard right? Had she actually said she wanted to be humiliated and generally treated like a slut?. " You're sweet. Pick me up at seven. I will be ready."Fern was the ugly duckling in the O'Brian family. The chance never had come about for me to get to know her, but I had seen her around. She worked in the same building as I did, but on a different floor. She always smiled when she and I passed each other as we were moving around in and out of the different offices.Fern had always worked as her father suggested. Elise, though, was the apple of her father's eye and he called her Princess. She. I also have a great sense of humor and my description above comes from that. Well, the name is right, Heather.Five foot three, one hundred and eight pounds, ash blond hair to my shoulders and a 32B is much closer to reality. Like Dan, I get good grades (Usually better than his but I try not to rub it in) and want to be either in finance or in banking. Yeah, I'm a kind of a brain, but I'm a cute brain.So, anyway, my teacher posed this question that I just didn't have a ready answer to. I mean,.