" Megan took a deep breath. "Janet is trying to quit too. She was stuck at work, stressed out and couldn't run out at lunch. She needed a smoke really...bad. I bought her the cigarettes. I said would give her one when she needed it, but I'd keep the pack and get rid of the rest." Uh huh," he said looking in the pack, holding the opened end way from Megan. "And how many did she smoke?" "Three or so?" Megan said, sitting with her hands together, fidgeting with her fingers. "Now, if I called Janet. "Better hold still, cunt, I sharpened this knife just today." I said as I began to shave the soft butter from her mound. I could feel my own cunt get wet as I watched her squirm, terrified of the knife and what kind of damage it could do in such a tender sensitive area. Whenever the knife blade was covered with butter and sweat, I would wipe it across the surface of Joe's extended tongue, turning just so that he could feel the razors edge skim over his tongue. Looking down, I could see real. Most times I wait. Like 80%,” Raven said.“What kind of convoluted bullshit… Did I walk into ‘The Player’s Club?’ Seriously,” I said, while Raven let out a short laugh, then saw that she was being called by another person.“You sure you don’t need anything… cousin?” Raven said with a big smile.“Nah. Matter of fact, might have to show me those moves that got you here,” Lillian added.“What? We both love to dance! Don’t look at me like that…” I said to Lillian.“It’s true, and I might show a little. Returning to the computer, she flopped down in the chair which would surely have earned a reprimand had he been there to watch. She was angry with him and simply didn't care in that moment. Putting her fingers back to the keys, she squirmed in her seat, trying to scratch the itch that she had initiated.A slow grin formed as she fought the urge to play rather than type. Deleting everything she had started to write, she began again. This time, she wrote about being forced to cum over and again,.