? Is--Is that your phone?" Uh-huh!" he nodded fervently, "And...there! Done!"An arctic chill shot up-and-down the girl's spine like the bony finger ...f Death itself."What--What did you do?!" Filmed it." he snapped his phone shut and finally raised his victorious eyes to lock gazes with her own saucered ones."It? What--me?!" Yep. And babe, you were fan-fuckin-tastic! A real porn star!"She staggered back a step, "You--You filmed me while I was--was-" -while you was finger-fucking yourself. A minute later her head popped back out. "I can't find where Miss Rogan keeps a water pitcher." Oh, uh, never mind then." Come on in the kitchen. It's only tap water." But I'm all…" I raised my glistening arms."Oh, come on," she repeated, and grinned.So I walked into Old Miss Rogan's prim, tidy kitchen. The girl, Janice, was covered head to foot by a big shapeless dress. (People would someday call these muumuus, but the word wasn't common in 1955.) She looked fresh and pretty in daylight, and. Running has always been a way for her to clear her head and she needed to blow off some steam. Ever since Brian made partner at his law firm, he had turned into a workaholic. It was frustrating, wanting to fuck her boyfriend and always being denied or pushed away due to work. But, her bad mood didn’t last long. As soon as she descended the front steps, she immediately noticed the car parked on the street outside her place. It was the Whitings’ black Lincoln town car. The biggest smile spread. Up and down, over and over again. He is not touching me now, just standing there as I touch him. After a few minutes he says, “Sweet pea, it would make me so happy if you would kiss me on my cock, like I did with your pussy.”I looked up at him as if I could not believe what he was asking me to do. He gave me a look as if I were about to get into trouble. Afraid that my daddy would be mad, I leaned down and kissed the head of his cock. He snickered, the forced my head back down. “Open your mouth.