Take it, little girl! Little bitch! Don’t clean yourself, you fool. Ok. I want you to go sit with the congregation full of my cum, dirty girl.)And a... he spoke each phrase, in my lust I said, “Yes!” I felt his cock pulse and stroke deep, ejaculating sperm into me. And I said, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”He pulled himself together, then told me to wait two minutes before I came back.I stood in the darkness of the hot closet alone, my clothes all out of place. And all I could think of was when would be. The feeling of the straw underfoot was not unpleasant. I quickly removed my jacket and shirt, and slipped of my chinos and briefs, as she slipped out of her clothes and was naked once more before me. What she did then was fascinating. She dropped into the straw and rolled around in it.“I love the feeling of the straw on my naked body” she said, laughing.I dropped beside her and together we rolled around, and I had to agree, there is something exciting about feeling the prickliness of the. She dipped her head slightly forward, adjusted her jaw, and gulped down the entire mouthful of gluey substance, shuddering with a mixture of revulsion and pride. As she felt the clog slide down her throat, she reached down with one free hand and cruelly pinched the engorged head of her clitoris, causing a spasm to run through her frame. She leaned forwards and cleaned each of the men's penises, then sat back on her heels and awaited the next group.Her face was shiny and seemed coated now not in. Then her moniker changed from Ethel to Etta. She discovered Etta Jones; her new heroine. The sultry tones of her combination of blues and jazz awakened something in Ethel's heart. Ethel toned her body through exercise and diet. Now trim and attractive Ethel was a new person.Ethel's triumphant return home during winter break sent shockwaves through the household. Her parents were the first to notice. "Ethel you look, well, different!" Ethel's mother's voice betrayed protest."Mother you must have.