They stopped beating me up and whispered together. From my address, they knew that I lived only a couple of hundred yards from the alley. They ordered...me to get dressed and marched me out of the alley, the other girls had gone, the school bus had passed, they said they were going to take the morning off school to deal with me, they marched me back to my flat.Inside they made me strip naked again, my cock was rock hard at the sight of them, they were slim, their short uniform skirts revealed. Le ferait-on si on était seules ? C’est être deux qui nous donne de la force. Et puis c’est vrai que la séduction est dans nos gênes.On traverse la route. Il a pris l’habitude, mercredi après mercredi de nous mater en tournant autour des voitures. Je suis même convaincue qu’il nous guette tous les mercredis, car nous sortons à peu près toujours à la même heure.Il ne s’attendait certainement pas à ce qu’on vienne vers lui. Le simple plaisir des yeux lui suffisait.Il nous voit traverser, nous. Very good...show me how much you want it, just kisses and licks,princess, get it wet."Oh Daddy...I love when he lets me express my lust for him - trisha'slust, the lust of a sissy coming out, or rather kicking the doors down tothe closet she's been in for the man who is guiding her there...I checked my body position, remembering Daddy's rule of total femalepresentation at all times, and arched my ass out as far as I could overmy heels, trying to put that cocksucker's curve into my back that. But he would. Oh, he would.Billy's first inkling: it was eighth grade geography as he remembered it. Mrs. Killington had just bored the class with her monotone delivery about textiles in the New England states and it was like a soporific. His eyes were slowly closing.Unfortunately for him, Mrs. Killington nearly broke his eardrum awakening him as the class laughed hysterically, desperate for anything to liven the action.Billy didn't get pissed. He calmly asked Mrs. Killington what shampoo she.