I heard George talking on the phone in a low voice, I gulped and swallowed hard. George yelled at me why are you still wearing clothes?, get undressed...now and fold your close in a neat pile. I unbuttoned my blouse with shaky fingers. I hated when George was mad at me and yelled. I had trouble unzipping my skirt because I was shaking so badly. Off came my pumps and I was totally nude. George said turn around and raise your arms over your head but keep your eyes cast on the floor. Yes George I. This made him second in command. Of course, there were rules, all of which I had no problem with. We used pseudonyms for all the female figures—real names would get us forced out (apparently, the frat had almost been exposed a couple years back, when one of the girls found out about the video he had posted, sued him, and won). Underage sex was an absolute disgrace, and Brent even said he would go to the police if he heard about it. No otherwise freaky, kinky, or illegal stuff (I don’t need to. "Come in Ryan," Ms. Baker smiled and led Ryan into the house.He glanced down at her white skirt and then her tanned legs. He suddenly realized how she kept herself in such good shape. "So you play tennis," he said.She turned around and smiled. "Yes, it's a passion of mine. My tennis instructor just left. I'm the ladies champion at the club."Ryan had seen a guy driving away in a little sports car as he pulled into the driveway. "So, you're pretty good huh?" I think so." I've played a few sets. “Hold still, “she said. Amy then proceeded to shave her mom’s pussy. She kept the cigarette in her mouth, every now and then talking out of the side of her mouth, “Shit...fucking late...Dammit...”When they were finished, Amy picked out something for Jessica to wear. She chose a skimpy tank top and a plaid, skirt. When Jessica was dressed, Amy looked her up and down, “Not perfect, but not bad either.” Jessica smiled proudly at her daughter’s compliment. “Okay, get in the car.”Amy drove to the.