“Okay,” I said. He returned me a lazy grin, then cast his eyes on the ground near his feet. He began to bend over, reaching, I thought, for the �...�welcome’ package, but instead he grabbed the hairbrush lying a few inches away from it. My heart dropped. I couldn't take my eyes off his slow, deliberate movements as he sat back in his chair and looked at me sideways. “With that out of your way, you’ll have all kinds of time to play.” He lifted the handle of the brush to his nose and inhaled. Someone was sucking on my toes. Another person was feasting on my swollen pussy. Each breast was being played with. Blindly, I reached my hands out and managed to grab two of the hard cocks around me and began jerking them off. A stream of silent moans were escaping from me into Chantelle’s mouth.We parted lips and I looked to see who was where. The Hispanic man, Eduardo, was sucking on my toes, his hands caressing my inner thigh. Although odd to me, it was a good sensation, and I bent my leg. No official complaint lodged, so long as they withdrew their son from St. Angelus Junior High immediately."But dad, it's the truth," he had said, "They told me to do it!"He learned to differentiate between the voices. One preferred blondes, another brunettes apparently and the third, most anything under-age in a skirt. He was kept busy let's say!Only by dint of the fact that none of the girls or their parents had yet pressed charges, was he still free to ply his trade amongst the adolescent. He was so gentle I could hardly feel his touch but it also felt like a thousand watts of electricity surging through my skin as he tried to peel my bra back. I suddenly jumped up pushed him away and announced, “Enough! I need a cup of coffee!” Then I fled out of the office to the tea room. My hands were shaking as I filled the kettle with water. I sensed that he was standing behind me in the doorway as I stared out of the window into the twinkling darkness of our city. My mouth was as.