..I mean, you have..." In every way you can imagine," Janet said promptly, "and a few you probably can't. Does that freak you out?" she asked as Beth ...lushed again."No, no," she said. "I just wasn't expecting it. You told me he was just a friend from school." Well, he is a friend from school," Janet said, "but not 'just' that."John's return interrupted the conversation at this point, but Beth was strangely unsatisfied. It was clear there was still some secret here; Janet's evasive answers made. “That’s it. Oh yeah, baby. Cum for me,” she screamed. I thought she was on the brink of her own orgasm. To my surprise, she began to lift her hips from my face. I had no clue what was going on, but I knew she hadn’t cum yet. Even though I’d already had my own orgasm, I hoped she wasn’t ready to stop.“Ummhmm, you’re my little fuck slut; aren’t you?” she again asked.“Yes, please, please let me finish,” I pleaded.“Oh, don’t worry, you aren’t done yet.”As she slid off my face, her crotch descended. I told them that if they had any questions or problems, please let me know and I would get it resolved. The news crews tried to get me to go on TV live, but I stood strong and refused to reveal my face to everyone. I did this out of love, not out of a desire to be famous. They stopped asking and finally went back to the office or to the next big thing.Ashlee and I went back to my place, or is it our place, and just sat down to relax. I took the couch downstairs and kicked off my shoes, Ashlee. I wasn't quite understanding her yet. After noticing my confusion she laughed and told me to come with her so she could show me what she meant. I followed her to her room and on her wall was a very large flat-screen TV with boxes all over it with views into the rest of the cheerleaders' webcams, as they stretched and came into view as it got close to 7 PM practice start time. I sat on Liv's bed, careful to not be in view of the camera shot into her room. They just worked on specialized.