.. not anger exactly.Gene reacted predictably: he flinched and the blush showed on his bellynow, beneath his flimsy tank-top."Aren't you," Charlotte p...rred again, moving forward so that Gene couldfeel her hot breath on his throbbing penis. "Aren't you, baby," sherepeated, pumping his dickie."Yes," Gene murmured."Yes, what," Charlotte asked sweetly, digging her razor-sharp nails lightlyinto his penis, not hard enough to break the skin."Yes, Mummy!" Yes, darling, that's right."She quickly kissed. Oh, please, Sir, fuck, please! Another orgasm barreled into my cunt and I screamed again, the vibrator grinding roughly against my poor nub. The darkness behind my blindfold made it ten times worse, all my senses were focused on the intense pleasure between my thighs. I tried to jerk my legs closed, but between the ties holding me down and his knees carefully separating my thighs, I was trapped. His fingers jerked away and I collapsed for a moment, but the vibrator still buzzed against my. My face is soaked with your juices. I stand up leaving her spread out on the bed. I tell you to keep your legs spread apart. I walk across the room and come back with a bag in my hand. I put the bag on the bed and open it. You are watching with anticipation. I pull out whipped cream. You ask what I am doing. I reach into the bag and pull out chocolate syrup. You are about to be my desert. I blindfold you. I pull out a huge dildo. I have toys to use on you. You lay there spread open in unknown. "Not much else happened and it was soon time to head home. Once there, I worked on trying to get parental permissions from all the under-aged students that wanted to write to our injured warriors. Then I set up a spreadsheet and tried to match people up. By the time Suzie dragged me off to bed, I had matched about twenty-five people up. There were fifty four names on my list from MSgt. Gloria Miller; forty-eight men and six women. Only three had their given names as an address, so we would have.