"I noticed Jules was breathing a little fast. "Are you OK?" Just fine!" she said a little too brightly.John gave me a penetrating look, as if I needed...the reminder. With Mom shutting me out, I was dependant on Jules to have a place to live. I couldn't afford one by myself working part time and going to school. As long as I was just staying over for a while, she seemed to be fine. Now I'd have to update my drivers license, my school contact information, the address I'd given my bank and work.. .. I swore Helen had a heart of pure gold.Her Dad's memorial service was a lot like Gunny's, but with less pomp and circumstance. The people who attended were better dressed. Also they all appeared to be well off, financially anyway. I knew that her dad had invented something that went into the manufacture of automobiles, but I had no idea he ran with the kinds of people who showed up for the service. No wonder Cheryl wanted a place of her own. I can image that it would give me a complex as. Susan struggled to breath as she felt his zipper scr****g the sides of her nose and his cock slide down the back of her throat. Susan tried again to struggle free but Van held her head tight and David and Mark each grabbed her arms and pulled them around Van's ass. Susan was being pulled by her arms tightly against Van's groin. Once Van felt David and Mark had the young teacher helpless, he released her head and grabbed the front of Susan's sundress and pulled it over her head. Susan felt so. Her heels where higher than he'd imagined, black platform peep-toe stilettos at the end of long bare legs, she wore an ultra short sheer dress that revealed her completely except for a push up bra giving her heart stopping cleavage.He expected to be teased and driven to the edge, tortured and humiliated before being allowed, hopefully, a pleasurable release. He did not expect what she did next, she turned swiftly and placed in the centre of the opposing chair a very large black dildo. It was.