Her hosts were just "Welder's Parents", with the generic "adults I don'treally know" features common to early teen perceptions.On the other hand, her ...mages of her American friends - especially thewinged form of Captain Peeper - were more clear and detailed. As werethose of home and her family.The police request to use a telepath as part of their questioning waspretty much pro forma. She was a foreign morf who had disappeared andreappeared under suspicious circumstances and eluded detection. My tongue never left her nipple.As I got to my knees, I felt a drop of wetness, inching it's way down the inside of my thigh. My vagina was overflowing with sexual arousal.I needed to grind my raging clitoris against something. I didn't want to use my fingers because I was pinching her nipples with my free hand and holding myself up my other hand.I laid down next to Debra and let my thigh rest on top of hers. Both our thighs were slick with sweat. Then, I very slowly started pulling myself on. . down her thigh.. feeling her tremble.. Then bringing my right hand up her inner thigh.. before brushing against her pussy lips.. she let out a whimper.. and moved her hips to meet my fingers, which caused them to part her lips and slide inside. I leaned her over.. laying her on the back on the bed. Kissing my way up the right side of her inner thigh.. again leaving a moisture trail until I reach her wet pussy.. parting the lips with my tongue and pressing inside.. My tongue finds her clit and. Two…" She didn't move. "Three!” I brought my hand down on her cheek—hard. Heather let out a small scream.“Let’s try that again,” I said. “One…two…” This time I felt bad about hitting her, but if I stopped now, I might lose my chance to assert dominance. “Three!” I slapped her even harder. “Suck my cock or we keep doing this. It’s your choice. One…two…”She started crying again.“...three!” Another slap.Tears still streaming down her face, she sat up in bed and took my cock in her hand, then.