" Ryan didn't bother explaining why she couldn't attend; her mother wouldn't listen anyway.At last it was time to go, and she all but raced out of the...office. She turned on her iPod and punched up Queensryche's Operation: Mindcrime as she walked to the Metro. Nothing like drugs, prostitutes and political assassinations to take her mind off her problems. When she got home, she tried to put it out of her head. She went into the apartment and found a note from Lara that said she was at her mom's. " So?" So it's important to me! I need you to go for me - I'll tell you exactlywhat to do and what to say..."I held up my hand, and my sister fell silent."Wait," I said. "So you're expecting me to go on a date with a guy foryou?" Yes!" she said, and my old eyes widened as she realized what she wasasking. "Oh! No! I don't want you to like, make out with him or anything.Just go and...have a good time, so when we swap back, he wants to go outwith me again." If we switch back," I muttered, and my. .Her.. Them. He was sitting on the FLOOR, with her mouth spread over his cock, running his fingers through her hair.. like.. like he did Trisha’s. John then pulled her off his ready to pop cock and un-hooked her, laid her down, and ate her pussy. John had never even tasted Trisha’s. He ate the slave’s pussy with vigor, using his tongue and only his pinky. He let her cum in his mouth moaning loudly. Next john did the unthinkable. When he stood Trisha froze in the bed and pretended to still be. "I love a wet pussy."His hands reached under me to cup my breasts. His warm, soft hands were a welcome change from the hard wood. What was even better was that he started fondling my breasts and teasing my nipples. My love buttons were being stimulated and the results were going straight to my cunt.I felt Richard moving slowly within me. I needed more. I needed to be fucked like a woman in heat. Like a bitch slut. Like a whore. I needed his cock so badly."Don't be gentle with me Mr Martin," I.