Tracy was feeling distress that she couldn’t clean the room she was in -- she needed to be on her knees, scrubbing and cleaning so she could deserve...to cum. She felt amazingly guilty to cum when she didn’t deserve to, she hadn’t earned it, and the feeling of wrongness tortured her.Making Lisa cum was her only way of earning her pleasure, so she tried her very best for her. Lisa would climb beneath her stand and suck her nipples, hard, very hard, a lot. It hurt and felt so good at the same time!. She'd thoughtfully already undone the zip, so I pulledthem straight on, noticing straight away that they were very, verytight. I had to force my legs downward to get them in, yet when theywere in, I noticed that the very bottoms of the legs flared out. Theback seemed to be pulled taut over my ass."Where's the zip?" I asked. "It's not at the front." No," she said. "These are the new style. They zip from the side." You mean women's?" I asked. "They're so tight round my ass, and thematerial feels. She had shortened and shortened the presentation. More photos, graphics, less words.My sainted mother chipped in, “You’re good-looking, Birdie Brewster, a real crowd pleaser. They’ll like you on sight.”Auntie Pru said, “Check your zipper.”Ms. Sloan nodded, “On my list.”Monday night, the eve of the G-Day presentation. I realize, looking back with 20-20 foresight, that the Sisters and Ms. Sloane and Trish had planned the dinner to take my mind off the impending Annihilation.It was some sort of. She didn’t need to remember anything else because here was she was standing in the shower with two fingers deep inside her. Her body was shaking and her knees were growing weak. That’s when she felt the arm around her waist and heard Henry’s soft voice, “I’ve been watching you; stroking myself to you. I want you again, Molly. Please.” Her reply was a soft desperate cry and rubbing her body wantonly along his cock. Henry needed no other invitation. He moved her forward so she could place her.