"Just as I thought Teach," she hissed. "Sluts like you always want that sticky little pussy glued to their lips, the sweaty little gash fucking their ...ace, the thick slimy goo filling their mouth.  You want to be a cheerleader's slut bitch don't you Teach. To take her cum in your mouth, your slutty pussy mouth."I moaned in total submission. My body went limp. It was like I was her's too use, too fuck, too degrade. Her fingers were kneading my large breast, intermittently pinching my hard,. Why not?”“Mom would kill me if I did! She’d kill you, too!”“Good point. So let’s read books instead,” I offered, keeping a straight face.“That’s not as adventurous as getting a tattoo,” Rachael pointed out, taking another mouthful of cereal.“So, it’s adventure you want?”She nodded, thought for a bit, her expressive eyes brightened and with a big smile, announced, “Let’s get the tattoo. I’ll do it where Mom won’t see.”“And where would that be?” I asked, wondering where her mother wouldn’t notice. I stalked her as she left the store alone, late that night, after parting with her friend and followed her car to her apartment. I got off and entered the lift behind her while she unsuspectingly smiled at me sweetly. I made sure that there was no camera in the lift before I pressed the button for the floor above hers. When she reached her level, she walked out into the dim corridor and I saw her walk out and started to open the door to her house as the lift door slowly closed. I quickly. The woman was having an affair with a young man in her nieghborhood. She knew what she must tell the woman, that it was God's plan to keep her passions for marriage. Like any good pastor's wife, she did her duty. However, Mrs. Garrison was intrigued by the girls descriptions of her passionate meetings with her lover. The graphic descriptions of preparing herself for afternoon trysts with her lover had aroused Cassandra. She could picture a young, handsome man tenderly entering the woman's.