'I told her I was OK with it. In fact, I told her that the next time you two get together, I want to be there to watch.''And what did she say to that?... I asked. I was sure Linda wasn't that much of an exhibitionist.'She asked me how soon' Lily laughed. 'God, Billy, she must love your dick Ð not that I blame her.'When we got back to the school, our son came over and told us that he was invited to a party at a friend's house and asked if he could go and also spend the night. Since it was an old. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to [email protected]. Thank you.---David looked out the window of the school bus as it went from stop to stop. He wanted to get home and play with his new basketball. He would have spent the time talking to his seatmate, but it was a girl! Why did she have to sit down beside him? He. Or at least pretend to.” He winks at me as I bring him the glass. “And what exactly would we be doing instead?” I ask teasingly. He tugs me onto his lap without a word and kisses me. My fingers slide through his hair as one of his hands finds my ass and the other traces circles on my cheek. I attempt to wriggle from his grasp but he tightens his arm around my lower waist and ass, gripping tightly and causing a damp spot to appear on my panties. He breaks the kiss and I lovingly trace the. Though the legal language was all correct and legal like, my friend and lawyer, Mark assured me these lovely girls were for sale. Many of them had been brought over with promises of a better life. A rich American husband, or a family to work for that would pay well. They were recruited from rural poor areas of places like China, Belarus, Russia, North Korea, and Libya. They were living in poor conditions and working to pay their room and board. One of these girls would be happy to come “work”.