”“I really don’t. I only had my eyes on one girl, well two really, and sorry but it wasn’t you.”Sandra smiled. “Anyone at school?”I shoo... my head. Mrs Clarke wasn’t at school in the same way, and Jo wasn’t at school. I wasn’t lying. “No. So go on. What happened to Marcie?”I could picture Marcie now. In pure terms, probably slightly prettier than Tee, but also shorter. In those same terms Tee was a lot prettier than Sandra, but I didn’t want Tee, I wanted Sandra. Marcie, from memory, had a rich. "Mistress... that happened... years ago, and-" -Have 10 minutes passed?" she suddenly asked."Uh! I... dunno. I don't think so."The Mistress cocked her head to the side and looked out of thekitchenette again. "Yeah! It's starting! C'mon!" I stood up, and shestruggled. I helped her to her feet, and she tottered. "Ooooohhh!" shegroaned; she had had too much to drink. "C'mon, by the edge. I wannashow you something." I helped her walk to the edge of the floor, whereshe brushed back a. I gave him a bullshit story about you saying something like you could fix his problem and could get him up to see if he was interested in getting in the sack with. One thing led to another, and I said it would turn me on to see him fuck you, but he said you would never go for it, and Derrick would never agree. So, I think we can get him to do it. What do you think?" Well yeah I certainly would, but I will have to see if Derrick has any problems with it, not that I think he would, but I have to. Then she returned it and willingly reached down for him. His cock was hotter and thicker than Joes. Mmmm, big hot dick… she murmured as she worked the silky skin up and down the hard muscular core, sliding her fingers occasionally over the slippery glans. Her wrist began to ache again but he had been masturbating while she worked on Joe and she knew from the convulsive spasms in his cock that it would not take her long to make him come. The soldier on the floor had his hand up her skirt.