Whitley and Mr. van Zandt. You come seeking my help. If you want any chance that I will help you, then you will treat me with the respect that I am ...ue."Whitley, the tall one, spoke first. "You are right, of course, Madame Suzcha. And my associate and I do both apologize." It's just that, well, we've been under a lot of pressure." This was van Zandt speaking now. "Ever since that one idiot shot himself in the bank and left the note blaming us; why there have been so many, many people. I am glad tomorrow is Saturday. Are you going to see any of your friends this weekend? I don’t know maybe. If you don’t maybe we all can do something. Ok I am up for whatever. Katies mom Sandy was happy that she hadn’t grown up so much but she knew it was going to change real soon. She was a freshman; just starting high school had just started being interested in boys. She was developing nicely, not to fast or to slow but her looks went from c***dish to very cute teen over the summer. She had. .." I said as I watched my best friend Marlee's head bob gently up and down between my legs, the ribbons in our school colors dangling from her pony tail. "Does it taste ok?" She barely looked up at me with a grin, "Delicious." Her chin glistened slightly and I realized it was my juices on her. It was so incredibblllyyyyy hotttt. We've been pals forever. A few weeks ago we realized we both had curiosity about sex with girls. We like boys, but there was just something sexy and erotic about a. “ Now Mrs Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head, “more Mrs Smith push more” you push again and feel the pleasure as the huge head spreads you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, more moans as the dildo knot expands even more, putting exquisite pressure on your G spot forcing your clit to stand out even further “ That’s it, very good Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted,.