She grew up in foster care and was a bit of a wild child and had been involved with social services from a young age could barely read or write due to...her virtual non attendance at school , her schooling was very erratic , getting expelled from various behavioral units and running away from care growing up on the streets but not all that street wise due to her emotional and behavioral problems . What she did have was a cute face nice legs and quite big tits for her age and a lovely arse she had. I stillfind it hard to say the words, I allow my clothing to speak. I'll tug on my shorts to bare some cheek, or lower my blouse a button or two. We've gone to the basement, we've been in his room, and a few times, right on the floor. I'm a surrogate lover, I am for now, until he finds a mate. My earlier stories fully entail, on how this all began. I promised to keep my readers informed, while absorbingtheir thoughts as well. His Fathers a pilot, he loves to fly, and there are times our seats. .the Grand Old Duchess had set us up against each other. Me, waiting in anticipation; he living in an uncertain kind of hope, until he walked into the staff room.She was right about something else too. I did not leave school that day until Mike had fucked me. But, I was not the only one to leave the school that way. I made damn sure Mike did too.Next morning in the staff room, was a bit of an uncertain few moments to be honest. We didn't know if anyone knew what had happened, but it turns out. . yes. Of course." And you know that all of the people here love you and want the best for you, don't you?"Emily looked at all the faces and nodded.Whispering "Don't fight this" in Emily's ear, Claire knelt and pulled down Emily's skirt and panties together. Emily gasped and Claire snapped out "Emily. Don't fight it. I was serious about that plan, and tonight is your first practice night." F ... first?"It had indeed been just the first. Over a two week span, Emily was invited to the Murtaughs',.