We re-convened for sentencing. ‘We have decided to take pity on you. Come, join us,’ Mrs Parslow explained, before gesturing towards the patio. I... was more of an order than a suggestion, and came laced with a warning that I must prove them right in having gone against their better judgement. I’d like to think that desperately pleading for her to ride my face went some way to making amends. But that happened a bit later. We took drinks at the trestle table. The conversation was surprisingly. A young accountant across the car from Jessica had occasionally turned from his copy of the Globe to soak in the beautiful strawberry blonde with glances that he hoped were short enough to be considered nonchalant. The cut of her chin and the fullness of her lips warranted a few passes, and her smart business suit with the leather skirt earned his admiration.But the majority of his attention was directed at her legs. Jessica's shapely legs peeked out from beneath her skirt, dark stockings. He squeezed some lube on his finger and rubbed it on my little pussy, and inside a little bit also. Then rubbed it on the head of his cock, and it immediately responded by getting completely hard. He leaned on top of me.I cried and whispered, “Please, please don’t do this. Please Damon.” He looked into my eyes, and he was already very very upset. “I’m sorry Amber.” He whispered back. He leaned down and kissed me quickly before pushing his hard cock inside me. I moaned out, not expecting it that. " You deserved it, Kayla," answered Stacy. "You earned it, by being my best friend for, like, forever!" she giggled."A satisfied customer is the best source of new business," said Michael. "I'm so glad for you." What do you mean?" asked Kayla as they unwound themselves from the group hug."Let's get coffee and I'll explain," said Stacy. They busied themselves serving coffee, then settled themselves in the living room."Kayla," began Stacy with a smile, "we talked yesterday about what it'd be like.