."Watch out!" Keira yelled.Braking hard, rear tire squealing, I brought the bike to a halt at the red light, my heart thumping. Fuck that had been clo...e!"What happened?" Keira asked, her voice a bit shaky."That damn skirt," I informed her.She laughed nervously. "Pay attention to driving," she admonished before hugging me tightly.We were back in familiar territory as soon as the front door closed, Keira turning and pressing herself into me. Her smile was big and broad and bright. "Sleepover!. She had dipped a bit too deep into her personal savings to keep the book store she had inherited from her grandmother, afloat. Her fiancé had called off their engagement when Genevieve decided to quit her position at the law firm they both worked at to pursue her dream of writing and dealing in antique books. Genevieve moved from the bustling city and took up residence in the spacious flat above Ye Olde Book Shoppe bequeathed to her.The book store was very dear to Genevieve. It held many fond. Her hair and skin made such a wondrous combination. The Hispanic girl shuddered then turned back to the crowds.And they were cheering. They clapped so hard as they witnessed the cheer captain suck my dick. My pussy clenched as I let out a naughty moan. I thrust my arm up into the air in a classic cheerleader pose and wished I held pompoms.I'd shake them so hard. I'd let the world know just how amazing Ashlie was at sucking cock.“Oh, yes, yes, yes, suck my dick, cheerleader-slut!” I moaned, my. She switched her microphone to an internal channel and gave an order, then switched it back. The blood red numbers of the clock read "6:00" when the first of the Sisterhood's execution devices was rolled onto the stage through the archway at the back of the arena, and brought to a stop next to the edge of the arena floor. Adjusted to a height of six and a half feet, it was a tall steel frame like the dangling chair. But where the dangling chair had a network of straps and chains, this device.