“They think they can just cancel our practice because the gym is full of band and chorus shit? Why didn’t that just set it up AFTER practice? Comp...ete bullshit,” I sigh, as I realize I’ve been ranting for about 15 minutes. “Listen, Stella, I’ll talk to you later. Thanks for listening to me bitch about this. I love you too. Bye.” I slip my cell phone into my pocket and head upstairs. Before I get to the top I hear something loud coming from Courtney’s room, like a pounding on the walls. I speed. “You’re mine aren’t you. You want my cum and mine only.” As his breath started to hitch, his huffs and groans morphed to short pants as his body took over. “Oh shit, yes, let me cum on your face.” Placing his left hand on the rim of the laptop screen and holding it steady, he pumped his cock furiously with his right hand, aiming the head of his shaft right at Suki’s face. “I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, knitting his brows together as the climax built to breaking point. “Take it bitch. take it,” he. I opened the door and silently slipped inside. I was in a small curtained alcove in the back of Marcel’s private office.Well, that’s how Jude was able to get out when I visited earlier that day. She must have dodged out the back door and run around to the front. Nice move for someone trying to hide her behavior.I stayed close to the back wall of the office, then used a broom to knock the cheap security camera off its mount. It was a Bluetooth camera that streamed its display out to the cloud. I told them that it wasn't poker night and Daddy was busy with the white women but they said they wanted to use me anyway.I told them, oh no! Not without Daddy here, I'm his bitch and I'll only do them with his permission. They said Derrick knew and he wanted me to take care of them. I still said no because Daddy didn't tell me that. So one of them called Daddy's cell phone and I heard him say, Derrick - your bitch doesn't believe that you told us we can have him tonight. He handed me the.