Then someone called her name " Carrie". She turned around her and it was Mr. McLane. "Mr. McLane what are you doing here?" Hey, remember call me Jack"...How you get in here, get the hell out my house."He slowly started walking towards her. "This how you treat all of your guests?" Don't you come near me."He grabbed her wrist, she had the srewdriver in the hand."Hey! Don't be mean. I'm a nice guy, remember?" Let me go!" "Ya know, every since you and that husband of yours moved here. I wonder want. "You're all excited, leaking your stuff. Want me to lick it off for you?"I couldn't even speak, I just nodded as her head went down and I began feeling the softest touches on my cock that I'd ever felt. I'd had girls lick my cock before but this was right on the frenum and up to the leaking slit on top and was so soft and so wet that each lap ran shivers throughout my body."Mmm, you like that, huh? Good, I love doing it, just ask Daddy," and she went back down to continue.She slowly licked the. As she was washing her hands to remove the last of the stickiness she heard the door open and assumed that the sweet tray was being removed, but when she went back into her bedroom Derek was sitting on the bed."Master," she said, and knelt beside him."On the bed and spread your legs," was the abrupt response.Apprehensively, Samantha moved to do as she was told, thinking, not for the first time, 'Well girl. This is it. Bye-bye virginity.'Actually all he did was spread her cunt lips and peer into. No way. He told me that would be OK, never pressuring me to do anything I didn’t want to do. But that changed one day when I worked at a temp job in a factory with another freind of mine. We lied about our ages so we could get the temp jobs since we were supposed to be 18 to work the jobs. I was quite sore I remember from working at a laborioys job and Tom had his chance to pounce. He told me to follow him to his bedroom and I did not sure as to why but not thinking anything wrong at the.