Bumping." MB stroked my arm. "Don't feel bad. I'm flattered."My face felt like it was on fire. Their words, hers and her mother's, were accidents of s...eech, not an invitation for sex. "What was I supposed to do?" Come here." She dragged me back to my position facing her.My cock pushed the crotch of my sleeping pants out. No way could she ignore that. "Now what?" Push against me, like a knave taking a pawn in chess."I leaned forward. My erection touched her first, followed by my stomach and. Sophie grinned when, because the walls were paper-thin, she heard Dolly cry out, “Oh, fuck yes, Mr. Black! Spank my ass hard! I’ve been a bad, bad girl!”The next morning as they were about to leave for work, Dolly suddenly spilled her coffee on her skirt.“Damn it!” she muttered. “I need to go change. I promise I will be quick about it.”But she wasn’t quick, and they were late again. Mr. Black was not amused.“I was very clear about my expectations, ladies,” he chided. “But, apparently, you. While her brunette hair normally flowed down her back, she had cut itshorter to make it easier to tuck under a wig cap for her scenes asCesario. After binding her chest she put on a men's undershirt and a pair of boxerbriefs, which she stuffed with socks to create the illusion of a bulge. As it was a contemporary retelling, her costume was a modern day men'ssuit. She put on the shirt and buttoned it up, then put on the suit pantsand tucked in the shirt and put on a belt and necktie. Next. “lick me.” Becca said. The girl lowered her head, and Becca pulled the fabric of her thong to the side, giving the young girl access to her pussy. She licked, delicately at first, then with more and more passion.“She enjoys it,” Becca called as the young girl moved her tongue around her own wetness.The Master nodded and silently rose from his chair.“Eat it bitch,” Becca said as she wrapped her legs around the girl’s head and shoved her harder into her face, grinding her hips against her mouth..