Theywere being very furtive but I was able to eavesdrop. I still remembertheir conversation. 'Keep your eyes open for a guy named Stanton,' Piercetold...him. 'He's looking for spies.' 'He won't suspect a thing,' said theother man. 'So you want to spill things to the boss, huh?' 'Why not?'replied Pierce, 'I'm out now, ain't I? When do we get going?' 'Meet me atMain and Vine tonight.' So, naturally, when they arrive at their meetingMadam Fatal was also there, keeping watch from the shadows of a. The worst is I can feel my breasts, probably C-cups,and that I have no dangling bits in my panties - no doubt just a slit.I don't know who he is. I don't know anything about him. But somehow I knowthat he made this happen, yet I can't do anything about it."Stop admiring yourself," he says. "You're here to serve me. Come here."I walk towards the bed, standing right in front of him."Take off your apron."I obey, letting it fall on the floor. He puts his hands on my behind,feeling my round,. I immediately rammed my pelvis down hard on him so that his cock would dig deep inside me. I pushed Larry back onto the bed and leaned over him so we could fuck hard and furious. We continued our verbal assault as we pounded ourselves at each other, my pussy sliding up and down and his hard cock. “Give it to me you big stud, ram that hard fat cock deep inside me, fuck my hot cunt baby”. We were fucking like there was no tomorrow when I felt a hand start to rub my pussy from behind. It then. “Yes, and you turned out fine,” Allison’s sarcasm was not very subtle.Courtney came home shortly after that from cheerleading practice. I was actually thankful that I was no longer stuck in that catty conversation with my neighbor. She was still wearing her cheerleading outfit and had her backup slung over her shoulder.I made a bee-line for the door and told her that I wanted to check her backpack.“Why?” she snorted derisively. I informed it that I couldn’t trust her or Michael and that I would.