Now she wondered."Okay, well it sounds like a rough way to grow up. Now, why don't you tell me about this? Is this what turns you on? Are you trying t... cope with something along these lines?" Oh, no you don't, Ms. Davis. Don't try to buddy up to me and then get me to confess something so you can feel good about calling the authorities or some shit like that." Listen, you are 18, so there is nothing for me to report. At this stage, if you wanted to report something actionable, that would be your. He pulled me towards him and started kissing me, exploring my mouth passionately with his tongue as Dawn sucked on his balls and ran her tongue up and down his thick shaft. She deliberately groaned loud enough so we both heard her. He broke the kiss and we stared at her pretty mouth working all around the thick cock. I then got behind Dawn and eased her away from his cock, and took her place. As my head bobbed up and down, Dawn stood and pulled her blouse over her head. Now she was totally. She took a long drag and blew out the smoke as if it were frustration for the things to come. As I eyed her watching my cock in my hand she slowly started caressing her nipples then slowly moved down to her pussy. She placed her free hand inside her bikini and began to roll her clit in a slow deliberate manner. "Oh fuck. What are we doing?" she exclaimed. I simply responded, "Nothing yet." Janie threw out the smoke and made her way to the front of the lounger. I spread my legs a little wider. His next stop? Diane's flat on Central Park. Cameras, software, surveillance and microphones, that was his job, and he was an expert.*****Joan Lorde had never been in the arms of her lover. She was not one to cuddle and kiss in bed. Her sulky disposition and repressed social bearing had a balance. Growing up in a family where the children were at arm’s length and the servants were there to be ordered around had made her shy from contact, but paradoxically strong if she had the power to order.