They each took a fewsteps to limber up their leg muscles, then turned back to the van togather up their cleaning equipment and supplies. Carrying mop... andbrooms with short handles, undersized buckets, puffy featherdusters, andbaskets of perfumed cleansing products, they entered the mansion.Dyreesha followed, got ahead of them, and led them down a long corridorthat brought them to an unfinished hallway with many doors leading offof it.They were met by a handsome man in a sportcoat and slacks. . You are out of your mind. She perched on the edge of her mattress, slowly shaking her head, wondering what the fuck she'd just done. It was 4:40 now, and her mom would be home in two hours. Her dad was out of town on business-Cleveland? she wondered disconnectedly-so no worries there. Her brother was away at the beach.Exactly where you should be, she told herself moodily.Why had she exposed herself to that dork? He was an eighth-grader, for shit's sake, a lard-ball ... he probably beat off in. In the kitchen of the Manse Gladys, naked with her hands tied behind her back, knelt in front of Byron's chair. He was wearing only a singlet and she was regarding his limp but long cock as if it was a serpent. Jeremy, fully dressed, stood nervously behind her."I don't like it," he said. "She can't stay here. And she can't go home. This impossible situation has got completely out of control. I knew it would end in disaster." He wrung his hands."Calm down, you miserable old pouff. Think yourself. Carrie usually gets really wet, we hardly ever have to use lube, even for the largest of our toys.We made our way to the bedroom.In the bedroom, I stripped and was completely naked by the time Carrie had removed her dress. My dick was at full attention, it felt like it needed to explode after the events of the last few days.I laid Carrie on the bed and played with her clit through my foreskin, something that turned us both on, not that I needed any encouragement in that department today.As I.