So I did. Izzy spent a long time licking my cock, getting every last drops of spunk off it. Get out of the way you two. Said Carol. I want to show our...customer her arse. Izzy still in her school uniform climbed off the table and I moved to one side. Carol knelt and filmed close-ups of both cunt and arsehole. As she filmed she used her thumb and forefinger to slightly open Doriss arse until the spunk began to leak out of it. Look how much spunk his put up his mothers bum. My husbands such a. Too good. My body twitched and the tip of my cock pressed in, finding warmth, her cleft gently cradling me. We stopped moving.Addison looked deep into my eyes. I kissed her lightly. She smiled. An unspoken decision had been made by both of us and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world when she slowly rolled onto her back, me following, lifting myself over her and between her legs. Addison bent her knees giving me room. I leaned on an elbow, partially over her, her thigh under my. They tried to act like girls-who-did. It was complicated and it meant they had to learn the finer points of acting.What usually happened was something like this: The girls-who-didn’t would gather to do homework, or listen to music, or go shopping. They dated, but didn’t have steady boyfriends, so they had more time to spend together. Sex was a common topic, or rather the plan to eventually give up and become a girl-who-did. Eventually, one of them would give in. Initially, her testimony after. Our freedom. Our reputation. Our health. Our lives. They want it all. And they’re going to take it. But only if we let them. The haters can wear deceptively familiar faces. My father is a sociopath. A man without conscience. Most people don’t know this about him. He’s tall, good-looking, preternaturally intelligent and extremely charming. He’s the director of the second largest airline in my country of origin. He’s got many sons and daughters by different women. He’s respected and feared in.