It was obvious from the fact that she was dressed, she was no slave, a rarity in women these days. She wore a conservative pair of shorts that reveale... only the slightest sign of pubic hair, another sign of her freedom. Her top reached up to her chest, allowing her breasts to spill out nicely, and her arms were protected by arm-warmers. If religion hadn't been abolished, I'd say she was some bible-thumping grandmother from the way she was dressed. She was definitely post-pubescent, probably. Then he stripped off his sweatshirt. I almost melted. He was ALL MUSCLES! His big body was covered with tattoos - it was obvious he had done state time, & I knew that by looking at me with all my prison tats that he could tell my story, too. He stepped out of his jeans and shorts and placed them on the bench. When he was completely naked, except for his sneaks, I took his dick in my hand and began giving him one hot blow job. I sucked that big hard black dick from head to base, got down low and. I wonder if he works here to pay for his college tuition. I sigh at the thought. That would be so cool. The poor guy, falling in love with the pampered cheerleader princess. I imagine him climbing the window into my room. Kissing one another in as perfect silence as we could keep. Imagine his fingers reach under my nightshirt while I hold my breath, trying not to wait my parents in the next room.I have to come back to reality. I heard my mom tell my dad something and they both gave me a look.. I looked at the tags. The lady at the dress store helped me pick it out. Do you like it?” Alex said, as she started to get up, “Oh, yes!” Holding my hand up to stop her, I told her, “Stay put. I’m not done yet.” Next, I pulled a pale blue, see-through baby doll nightie out of the bag. “Hope you like blue.” The blue nightie was followed by an emerald green one just like it. “I thought this would match your beautiful eyes.” Alex was grinning ear to ear and practically bouncing off the couch. “I.