See, I’d kind of like to take a weekend,” he said, staring down at the apron. “Like ... maybe this one. And I can’t unless you—”“—take...the shows?” she finished for him.“Right. So, well, would you?”“This wouldn’t have anything to do with little miss Barbie, would it?” she asked in a slightly brittle tone. Over the last couple of weeks a girl had been a frequent visitor, sometimes at the shows but more often during their sparsely attended training sessions. She always showed up with carefully. Sure, the girls looked sexy, but he thought at most they’d just like to take a swim after the interview. On the other hand, either one of these girls looked like she would make a great fuck, and any other time, Bill might have given it more push, but with his back hurting the way it was, he thought trying that another day might be better. ‘Older guys are so much better,’ Cindi said as she sat on the couch next to Amber, waiting for Bill to return. ‘If you’re talking about eating pussy, I. Her fingers left my clit again, and I cried out lightly. The waves of pleasure stopped for only a second, before crashing over me again in desperate tidal waves as I felt them head to toe, her fingers then entering my dripping hole. I whimpered, holding onto her tightly. “Laura, it... It hurts,” I mumbled. I had never done anything there before, as all I really needed to do to get me off the rare times I felt the need to, was to just play with my clit. “I know baby, don’t worry, it will feel. ” “No, I don’t.” Jess was now looking at me intently. Something about the twinkle in her eyes was a bit unsettling, but maybe it was just a trick of the light. “Tell me about it.” “Well…” My breath grew heavier. I really didn’t want to talk about it, but then, I’d have to tell the worst bit about it anyway. “He liked to tell me what to wear. He made me go out without panties. He -” I closed my eyes, “he made me show my boobs to his friends. And sometimes he would make me cum in the middle of a.