’“Do it Mrs. B. Suck his cock!” Layla complied not knowing what else to do. “Mrs. B’s a cocksucker . . . the best cocksucker. How do you lik... your teenage cock?” Scarlett whispered and laughed out loud at the same time.“Get ready slut. I can tell Jeff’s almost there.”‘Oh gawd, I’m nothing but a slut,’ she thought to herself. “Pump it honey. Just like that. Yes . . . gently grab his balls. That looks great.”‘Oh, my gawd, what’s come over me?’“Holy shit. I think he’s going to blow his load . . . . There would be lots of spankings and then he'd eventually bend me over his desk and fuck me hard. My little skirt would be up to my waist, while he'd fuck my pussy or my ass. Whatever hole he wanted that particular day. Another time, he had me play a slutty nurse. I'd wear a very tight nurse’s uniform, except he'd have me wear a white garter, a white thong, white hold up stockings and heals. My breasts would be in a white quarter cup bra and the buttons would be very low so you could see my. Yours, too. Leave that piece of shit where he is. The cops will take care of him.”Feeling weak and helpless, Ted said, “I want that bastard dead.”While pointing to the bridge of his nose, the assistant coach said, “Ted, look at me. Look me in the eyes. You’re okay. He didn’t get you. Everything is going to be all right. Do you understand me?”“He...”“It doesn’t matter what he tried to do. You and Harry fought him off.”“Harry? Who’s Harry?” Ted asked. He had lost consciousness about the time that. Packing wasn’t a big deal because dad had explained how to live out of a suitcase when you’re traveling. We did have time to make out a little, then I left our key on the bed, and we got our suitcases to the car.Dad was humming something, but I couldn’t put a name to it. The main theme from the GREAT ESCAPE, that’s what it was. He grabbed our suitcases and packed them in, and rebound it all into the ‘wall of neoprene’ as it was being called.Mom said, “Get in,” to us. Why did I suddenly feel.