She asked me to close the door, and she lay down on her bed. I was too horny but still a little hesitant to start. Her mother simply opened her legs a...d asked me to join her.I went on to the bed and asked her, “So Shashi, what will I call you when we do this right?”She smiled and replied, “You can call me with whatever name you like, just give me the pleasure. I have been waiting to get this for so many months now.”I got a little more confidence, and I continued with my mood. I slapped my. I let Robert see my dildo when we were at my apartment, and he was dully impressed with it. He was very sweet about it, and even joked a little about how he'd never come close to having a cock that size; and I thought that was so amazing that he would say that. But still, fucking wasn't something I knew I'd do with Robert. But then, I got the idea that maybe I could do so myself, to use my dildo on Robert!When I suggested that, he immediately seemed enthusiastic about it! In fact, he told me. .”Aaron held up his hand. “Never mind. If you know Judge Bannister, then that answers that question. You really are sixteen, aren’t you?”“That’s a strange question.”“From what my dad has said, I wouldn’t put it past the Judge to bring in someone who’s halfway through college, so we could have a winning team.”I smiled, chuckling. “No. The reason I’m starting so late, my parents were killed a few months ago. Due to the circumstances of where we lived and what they did, it took a while to track. You're both a couple of fucking immigrants, ain't you? Well, you'd better pull your fucking socks up, Buttercup sweetie, (if you were ever allowed to wear the fuckers) or you're out. There're lotsa other women out there who'd do your job if they got the fucking chance."With that, he left them with a sniff. Buttercup stared at Tracey plaintively, her cheeks reddened with humiliation and shame, tears of frustration etched onto her cheeks.Eventually, after how many hours Tracey didn't know, there.