"Get in, your dad called yesterday to ask me if I could look after you today, so here I am!" He did?" Sandra said a little shocked by his choice."Yes,... Veronique said and had to smile with the look on Sandra's face. "So, get in, because he told me you need some school supplies!" Umm ... yes. However, can I quickly go back inside the school. I forget to mention them that my bicycle is standing outside." Sure," she said. "But hurry."Sandra put her schoolbag on the front seat of the car and then. With practiced indifference he whisked away my stubble, one eye on CNBC's ?Morning Call? and the other on my crotch. His thumb pressed firm on my asshole, a pivot for his fingers to tug apart my lips. Though humiliating, the shave itself wasn't unpleasant. It's been weeks since he'd so much as nicked me. But being a born sadist, one final, inevitable cruelty soon draws his rapt attention- five post-shave blasts of witch hazel fired from a spray bottle, right on my ?you know what.? God it burns. “Julie, your sister is standing over there masturbating,” he said.“I know. I don’t care.”“I warned you about this,” he groaned.“I know. I don’t care.”“I could have just gotten you pregnant!” he barked. “And don’t tell me you know and don’t care!”“I won’t. So ... how soon?”“What’s happening?” came Bobby’s bass voice. His head appeared behind and beside Barbie’s. He wasn’t stupid. He also wasn’t blind. What he saw dripping down between Julie’s thighs, just below her heart-shaped ass, was. He gave my nipple a rough squeeze, and then reached up to slip two fingers in my mouth. I'm a bit embarrassed to admit I felt a surge of lust and began eagerly sucking. I ran my tongue all along and between his fingers, loudly slurping as he began pushing them in and out. I closed my eyes and imagined it was a cock filling my mouth, mirroring the tempo of the one in my pussy. Abruptly he removed his fingers and arched his back, grimacing as he thrust deep inside me. His cock felt swollen and.