He drawled a genteel southern accent, "Mrs. Booth, Ah can't help but say you are lookin' mighty fine today." Why thank you, Mr. Booth," affecting a so...thern belle accent. She waved her hand in front of her face like a fan.Still keeping up the affectations, Greg continued, "Why, Mrs. Booth, Ah believe it is way too hot to be wearin' so many vestments." Ah do declare, Mr. Booth, you are as ever so right."And with that, Sarah stood and turned with her back to Greg for him to unzip her dress. Once. That feels much better. I know who you are, Mr. Blue." Shut up, Slut, or I'll have Mr. Pink gag you." I know who all of you are. Randy will beat you senseless when he hears what you're doing to me." Randy Allen won't do shit. Anyway, you won't tell him. You're going to like what we've got planned for you. Keep moving, Mr. Blue. We don't have all night." Hold that fucking light, Mr. White. I can't see the steps." Who's Mr. White? I know the rest of you. Malcolm Cotter is Mr. Blue, Denny Musgrove. She gave a lick to my breast with the flat of her tongue, sending tingles down my tummy. "Oh yes, we definitely are." Her tongue played up my cleavage to my neck and back down. It felt amazing, though I never imagined a girl being the first one to do it to me.Bailey and I have never had boyfriends. I'm pretty sure we are both into boys. But, we were up late at her house after swimming watching TV and a really sexy lesbian scene came on. She’s more outspoken than me and seemed really into it. I. She looked down in the lower part of the shelves, where the special toys were. “Wow,” she said. “Something like this would be cool.” She picked up a dildo that was almost as big as her lower arm.“Do you think that would be fun?” I asked.She looked at me with her slutty expression. “If I can get your hand in, then I can get that one in too.” Somehow she was right. “I’ll buy it,” she said decidedly. We went to the sales desk where we met Triss again.“Found anything?” I asked, while Martina.