Charming by name, he's giving a ball,He's invited our nobles, the townsfolk and all.My step-sisters have gone there, but sadly not me,Their hopes are ...uite high, though they're very ugly.Being a boy, I can't be his bride,But attending that ball would have got me outside;Cinder's my name, though I once had another,Taken away by my step- sisters-and-mother;For too many years I've served at their whim,Hoping for change though the chances are slim."Cheer up, young Cinder," said a voice. ." I gasped. As I looked closer, sewn into the center of each cup -- positioned directly over my nipples -- were bristle brushes, each about the size of a silver dollar."Oh, you like it?" Janice said, sweetly. "I was so lucky to find a seamstress who could make it on such short notice. Now come on," she held the bra out by the straps, open, thumb tacks pointing towards me, "slip this on. Let's strap on your encouragement."I took a step towards her, but hesitated. "Please, no..." Remember your. .. so... good!"Robert realized this must be a signal that Laurie was awake and watching and he joined in on the banter."Yeah, Babe! Lick it! Lick my cock like a good whore!" he moaned.Rebecca licked his cock like a perfect whore. She was acting like a woman on fire with fuck lust. Roberts cock and balls were drenched with her saliva and she was rubbing her face into his entire crotch, loving the decedent act."Aw! Suck it whore!" Robert hissed as he propped himself up on his elbows. He acted as. It would be illegal. Words like "predator" and "child molester" and "slut" and of course "adulteress" flew through her mind. Mrs. Jenson's fingers tightened on the steering wheel, her foot ready to move from the brake to the gas pedal. Her body trembled and she felt the perspiration on the back of her neck under her wavy hair. Taking a deep breath she let it out slowly -- and turned the car off. Looking in the rearview mirror, Mrs. Jenson checked her face and fluffed her hair. After taking.