All my friends were so jealous of me, yet at this moment I had the feeling they probably wouldn't have been so envious.Still dressed in mu uniform, I ...as stood in the centre of a gaudily decorated living room in a modest semi-detached house. Even though it was only 4.45 on a June evening the French blinds were pulled tight and the red chintz curtains closely drawn. Around me , sitting on a pink floral settee and chairs were four men, in their fifties and two women of a similar age. My boyfriend. ” They stayed silent. “Now, Miss Reaper, I suggest you learn two things. One, a better way to handle jerks, because Mister Coogan won’t be the last one you’ll ever meet, and two, I strongly suggest you stop hanging around jerks. As for you, Mister Coogan, consider yourself lucky that Miss Reaper was wearing running shoes. You act like a jerk around a grown woman in spike heels and don’t be surprised if you need medical attention. Maybe you should stop being a jerk!”He sent us all home;. Them. She looks at me confused before I realize I haven't said a word, only looked at her. Her voice is like silk. “Honey, are you alright? You look hungry.” She looks at Mr. Jonas. “Make us some food, Mikey, so James doesn't have too.” He frowns at her, moving his hands away.“Why? He's a bitch anyway; let him do it.” He smiles. In a blink of an eye she back kicks him into the cabinets along the wall.“Do it!" She grits her teeth. "Before I get actually mad. We have a guest.”Her voice oddly. I then slipped my fingers inside the thong and found her pussy was slopping wet. Her labia were completely open and her clit was a hard nub under my fingers. Just touching her pussy caused Ana to humpback and forth on my hand and sigh as if she was being fucked.I noticed her cunt was even wetter and Ana smiled at me, saying that she had come in my fingers right now.Ana fumbled for her purse and pulled out a business card with the guy’s phone number. She said his name was Pete and he had told.