She let her thumb linger on Anna's clit, making Anna push her hips against her mother's hand."Ah ah ah...Naughty girl." Sharon began shaving Anna. She...looked up every now and then to see her daughter pulling at her own nipples and caressing her tits. She even opened her mouth to collect a bunch of water and spit it out. "Haha! What are you doing?" Pretending I'm a porn star." Anna laughed. "Can you imagine if that was all cum?" Ugh. I raised such a pervert." Sharon pressed her thumb against her. The eight person table seating eight people. Xiomara and I had our backs to the showers. Marin and Suzi had their backs to the lockers. Renée and Connie had their backs to the beds and Andrea and Hannah had their backs to the kitchenette. My bowl was soon empty.“Is anyone else going to leave?” I asked laying my spoon down into the crumb speckled puddle of milk in my bowl.“You said we couldn’t,” Andrea spoke up. Her voice disappearing as she murmured, “You said we were yours.”“He was being a. Kwong, Miss Cooper."'Mr. Kwong' had been holding a copy of the Wall Street Journal in one hand as he read, but with a bemused sigh he set both the newspaper and his fork down on the table and gave me a look. "Away from the office, I'm just 'John'," he reminded me.I grinned and shrugged, apologizing, "It's gonna take me a while to get used to that."He waved me off and shared a smile with Cassandra before gesturing to the table. "Please, pull up a chair and relax. Believe me, you should be saving. They’d been waiting outside the recording studio all this time, hoping to find some juicy info on Maggie and how her record deal went down. ‘So, the Sex Panthers think they can get a record deal do they? Well, the only deal they’ll be getting is how much we’ll beat the hell out of them!’ said Alice. The large girl to the left nodded her head vigorously, as if she knew how idiotic her leader’s statement was, but was too stupid to say anything about it. ‘What are we gonna do boss? Are we gonna go.