Bending her knees, she arched her back again, grabbed the ties quickly on both sides, and pulled them loose. The thong fell away, revealing the neatly...trimmed blonde curls that had already begun to glisten with her arousal. She looked from one cuff around Riddick’s wrist to the other and then down to the ones around his ankles. Checking that they were still done up tight, happy he was secure, she moved close enough to touch him. Extending one hand slowly she laid it flat against his chest. "I don't suppose that you two are... ?" She left the obvious questioned unasked."Not for the want of trying ma'am," said one of the men respectfully. "No we were a bit like Ronnie here," he indicated the tall, fit, blonde haired man who looked as though he could do a job on a horny slut like her, "we just missed out."Alison reached out with her other hand and ran it sensually across Ronnie's cheek. "Please try harder," she said with a sensual lilt to her voice as she licked her top lip. "It's. But this is wrong! I am starting in the middle, well not exactly the middle, but not at the beginning. Dad, he's not really my dad, but he is too, he's my stepdad, but who wants to say that! Yuch. Well, SNAP, to get back on the subject, Dad would tell me to calm down and start at the beginning. So I'll try, but I have never written anything before, and I have so much to tell, and it gets so confusing, and well anyway...When I was nine, I was living in Mindanao, that's in the Philippines, with. My husband is running a telecommunications business, and he is currently working on a project in Indonesia. I reached out for my phone to text my husband.“How are you my teacher slut?” was the first message I saw on my phone. It was by none other than Jeremy. Oh, how I despised that boy!“I want you to wear a special dress for the school’s grand dinner tomorrow. Ali will send it to you. No other outfit will be allowed, slut” was his next message.My school had organised a formal gala dinner for.