I need to remember to ask Sammy how her mother’s birthday went when I see her at school. School. Oh shit! What time is it?! I sit bolt upright, caus...ng a dizzy spell. I hold my head in my hands momentarily to focus and settle my mind, then I run to the kitchen part of the apartment and look at the clock by the phone. 8:14. Holy shit! I slept way in! Why didn’t Tyler wake me? School starts at 8:30, I’m gonna miss the bus at this rate, and it’s a half hour walk, minus very few minutes if I. I sat there for a minute thinking. I asked “A” if I could call my husband, and he agreed to let me. I called, but no answer...he must be in a meeting. “A” seemed to be growing a little impatient. I threw my offers on the table, and they were not impressed. I got up and started pacing back and forth in the office trying to come up with a solution. After a few minutes of pacing “B” grabbed me pushed me up against the wall and said “ how about you fuck us” I started to tremble, partially because I. .. feast your eyes on this!!!"Mistress Rose held up a Styrofoam wig head, with a pretty, smilingfeminine face painted on it, and a long, strawberry blonde wig artfullystyled. She had to hold it up high in front of charlene's face, as shewas still on her back and staring up at the ceiling. The human-likehair was long and soft, and would probably reach to the middle ofcharlene's back once firmly attached. Rose tiled the wig head forwardso that the face was directly looking down at charlene, and. Her breathing was starting to increase. “Do you know how many times I’ve pleasured myself thinking about you?” she moaned. I opened my eyes and looked up at her as if to say, “how many?” “Too many fucking times,” she screamed as she began grinding her pussy against my tongue and face. “Make me come. Make me come hard,” she screamed. My tongue went into overdrive. I was sucking on her clit as hard as I could and alternating slipping my tongue inside her. I could hear her breathing quicken and.