“…fuck my slutty little asshole.” As soon as those filthy words leave your lips, I slip my dick from your hot little hole and grip it with antic...pation as you reach back with trembling hands to pull your cheeks wide. I tap my swollen, shimmering tip against your waiting star, smiling as it winks and pulses as if begging me to test its depths. Letting a droplet of spittle fall from my tongue, I use my thumb to smear it over your tiny opening in preparation. I can see your torso rise and fall. "We hurried upstairs, to her mother's bedroom. I looked around the room, then out of the window onto the street. "It's like time stood still. Virtually nothing has changed." There used to be a big tree in our front yard. When mother wanted to play, she would send us outside. Billy would hit the sandbox and I would climb the tree, spying on you two."Surprised that she had been watching us, I turned to say something, only to find Laura stretched out on the bed, her clothes strewn all over the. Normally not his kind of music but he found himself humming along to thetune. As he stepped off the elevator he brushed his long blond hair outof his eyes and stepped toward the boardroom. It didn’t even register tohim that when he got on the elevator he had a formal business cut hairstyle with dark brown hair, his changes had begun.In the car, Deandra sat up at the sound of the traffic outside herwindow. She was unsure what had just happened, but knew her spell was inplace. She chewed on. Behind her were Lindsey Morgan, Kelly Sinclair, and Rose Masters. The girls continued to laugh at their coach until Stacy raised her hand to silence them. It was then that Sara noticed the video camera Stacy was holding in her other hand. Sara began to speak not even sure what she would say but Stacy silenced her by yelling, ?Shut up bitch! You’ll speak when you’re given permission?. The young girl walked slowly toward her now kneeling coach and stopped just half a foot from her. ?Let me lay.