"Where's Patrice?" I asked. "I didn't see her in the living room." Oh, her," Jack said, rolling his eyes. "Queen Bee got a call from a few of her frie...ds from school, and they picked her up a half hour ago. She told mom she'd be out until tonight." Oh," I said, disappointed that I wouldn't be able to ask Patrice for advice.Jack heard the tone of my voice and asked, "Why do you care about her, anyway? She always treats the two of us like shit." I know," I said, trying to sound normal. "I just. Thankfully the hallways were empty at that hour, for surely I would have been questioned. Finally, I arrived at your door. I knocked, and realized the door was unlatched when it drifted open. I could hear the shower running and I furtively went to close the door. Somehow I ended up inside the room in the process. The bathroom door was cracked open and I could hear the patterns changing in the shower as you moved under the water. Steam wafted from the doorway.If I'm wrong, I thought, I'm going. Mojo was not in a good mood today because the ratings for his television stations had come in today. His seat of power was based upon his ratings because to the people of the Mojoverse, bad programming equalled a bad ruler. Mojo had to do some serious rewrites if he wanted to remain in power.As he reached the end of the hall, a door opened in front of him and he entered a dark room full of television monitors lining the walls, with one larger screen in the middle of the room. He moved up to a. As his tongue explored the purity of her sex, a hand pushed against the back of his head, making his tongue lash deeper within her wholesome labia and reaching the ultimate prize – her clitoris. With his tongue frantically lapping and teasing at her button, she writhed and moaning with pleasure; her eyes rolled back and she gripped the bed sheets with her free hand while keeping the pressure on his head against her sensitive clit. It wasn't long before his actions reached a crescendo, and she.