"Where did that come from?"It was a smudge, the color of ash, just off her left nipple, on the cleavage side. Betty licked the tip of her middle finge... and rubbed until the spot was gone and her tit was once again as white as a daisy. Her nipple stood up in response, flushing to a deep pink, and the Shrimp's knees buckled. The boys to either side had to hold him up by his armpits."That's better," Betty said, holding her tit up, looking it over.The ritual ended with Betty Finally she slipping. When I rapped on her door I discovered maybe I should have worried. She wasn't alone and her gray eyes were serious. Without being asked I closed the door behind me and set my loaded backpack aside.Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber -- excuse me, Misters Cagney and Lacey -- were slouching like lazy caterpillars in chairs by the wall, smug sneers decorating their faces. Whatever happened to their happy, carefree, childish smiles, I wondered.Great. Now what?She gestured to the chair opposite her. "Roma com here and sit on my Lap" Munna said to me. He was sitting on the chair which was close to my dressing table. i followed his instruction and came near him. Seeing this Munna pulled me on top him,he parted my legs and letting his prick through my open legs massage her clit and cunt-lips. I saw the bulbous thick purple head standing up through my open legs as though it was his prick. I moaned when i touched his big tool. 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000. They don’t know anything. Why has this cunt pushed in, in front of me? No fucking manners. Why can’t she just calm down for five fucking minutes? Dick. Keep breathing. Show him. Show them. Why are the decisions always on me? Why do they all fuck with me? They can’t fuck with me. Any of them.Panting, not at what I'm doing, yet, but at the shadows and echos of the outside world and your 'real life', in your head. The moronic letch who makes obvious comments about your private life. The.