Val is all business making sure we are ontop of my file load. She moves sosmoothly on her 4 inch heels, her silky smooth legs peering out from herplea...ed skirt, her toned arms oh so noticable from her white semitransparent blouse, just a hint of lace from her longline bra showingthrough if you look hard. You can barely tell she is wearing makeup,except for the flat-red lipstick on her pouty lips. I try to play it coolas she does her thing, my mind races flashing images of our amazingweekend. The blackness of the hood hastened her u*********sness and she thought of the zipper and passed out. She groggily felt herself being pulled from the van and she leaned on the man to her left as they carried/half-walked her into a building. Jean could hear her heels click on the floor as they to walked down a long corridor and into a small room. The whirring and the slight sensation of motion made her realize the they were in an elevator and her new false tits bounced a bit at the elevator. Look how wet you are.” His fingers found her lips, and he wiped them across her face. Willingly, she opened her mouth and he let her lick them clean. “Good girl.” He pulled the fingers out, then cupped her pussy again. “How many times did you play with yourself after the last time? Ten? Twenty? More?” “I don’t know, sir.” He chuckled. “That won’t be allowed this time. You play with this pussy when I tell you to and only when I tell you. Is that understood?” She nodded, so her heart wanting. There are several warning signs posted on or near the door that actually went a long way towards making me feel better about the way I’m dressed ... if you can call this being dressed. As you might expect. there’s a sign warning that no one under twenty-one is allowed to enter. Having exposed myself to two preteens today I’m grateful for that. That’s the most uncomfortable thing I’ve done except for playing urinal and sucking a dog’s cock. It isn’t right to involve children in the games I’m.