"Mom told me to help you get cleaned up," Samantha whispered.I whispered back, "I didn't hear her say that, and why are you whispering if she told you...to help?" Well, it's more of a standing order," Samantha admitted. "If you make a mess, clean it up. She's said it many times though. I won't ask her to clarify if you don't." Samantha had a shirt on again, but she hadn't replaced her bra. My body was contorted so I could see her while hiding my cock. The sight of her hard nipples nearly poking. Not that Erika's dress was in any way immodest. It covered her arms, was tight to the waist and came down to her bare feet. And it was not of flimsy material, but Tanneka could see so clearly Erika's breasts pressed against the fabric of the night-dress and unsupported by a bra. She could see the impression of Erika's nipples through the cloth, and could observe the breasts swing at a slightly more ponderous pace than the rest of her, as she stood up to greet Tanneka."Guten abend meine freund,". ”I headed off and did my business.When I came back down he had the tv off and I assumed he was ready for more. “What’s next uncle Jeff? I’ve got a whole array of costumes with me. I have a cheerleader outfit mom found somewhere that’s ok if you can ignore the cumstains I can’t get out of the back of the skirt. Catholic schoolgirl. A faux leather thing if you’re into bdsm. A teddy, a corset, slutty streetwalker outfit...”“Katie,” he said firmly. “Come and and sit down. We should talk.”I shrugged. You slap my legsseveral times."fuck yourself fuckpig, i want to see you fuck yourself"I take the bottle and start to insert it inside my pussy, the narrowtop first, i slide it in and out a few times. I feel totallyhumiliated, as you sit and watch me."Now take it out and suck and lick it as if it is my cock"I do as told, i take it out and then start to suck it and lick it,tasting my juices and the beer. I run my tongue up and down the side ofthe narrow part, then suck it."fuck yourself again".