Now despite my hazy vision I could see that the house had really become a nice looking home. Just then Putti came back with the towel and I tiptoed t... the nearest bathroom. After taking off my trousers, shirt, vest and briefs, I wiped myself thoroughly. I shouted out to Manju, "Hey Manju! Give me something to wear. This towel is too wet". Manju replied, "Sorry my pet! Your left over clothes are in the attic and we have not unpacked them.... Tell you what! Just wear my dry housecoat, which is. I wasn't at all surprised when his message popped up on the screen. “Wish I could see,” he typed. I looked at Hazel and she again nodded. I clicked on the invite to view our cam and John accepted straight away. He pushed his chair back again and I could see his eyes glued to his screen. Hazel was now rubbing her fingers up and down over her pussy lips, which were still covered by her satin panties. She looked at me, smiled and crooked her finger, beckoning me towards her. Not knowing what. I had spent all but four nights practicing at home, giving myself those other nights off to meet up with Carla, literally working hard to get the deepthroating technique down. I had learned so much.1: I was now able to get my new best friend, the slim dildo, which I’d called Frank, past my gag reflex. This had already happened at the end of the second night of practising. It wasn’t that hard at all in the end. The trick for me was to stay calm and focus on the swallowing. It wasn’t a normal. Then Stan said, "It's up to you, baby. Make up that sweet little mind of yours, and decide whether you're going to be a chicken like Vic thinks or a big girl like I think. I wouldn't have brought you along if I'd thought you'd balk like this. No girl of mine does that to me." What -- what do you want me to do?" the fifteen year-old girl said, gulping bravely. "Tell me, and I'll try to... do it." She steeled her mind, thinking only of belonging, of the one chance she had been given to be a part.