"Ok, fuck it" she saidShe pulled her yoga pants down. I stared at the crotch of the black thong. It was fucking soaked and covered in creamy white pus...y juice. She was leaking through onto the crotch of the yoga pants which had plenty of creaminess on them too. I looked at her actual pussy. She looked at me. I reached down and pulled my cock out. She sat down. I started slowly stroking. She stared. She opened her legs some. I touched her knee and moved them open some more. Then she looked at me. ?One. From now until the foreseeable future you will be referred to and will refer to yourself as Bitch and only Bitch and you will refer to either myself of Michelle as Miss Michelle or Miss Jasmine. For example. If you need to go to the toilet or require a drink you will say ‘Miss Jasmine. This Bitch needs to piss? or ?Miss Jasmine. This Bitch is thirsty.’ Do you agree?? I watched the shock on her face turn to anger. God she looked hot when she was scared. She looked at the two of us. Then the truth came out. The Marsden-Smiths lost almost all their standing and Lucius' father literally died of a broken heart.Now, six years later, Lucius had squandered almost his entire inherited fortune and Priscilla Marsden-Smith counted herself lucky to receive an invitation to High Matcham at all. She was doing her best to present herself as worthy of the distinction.As Lucius had sunk deeper and deeper into a physical dependency on Laudanum, Priscilla had to take up the reins and run. ! I haven’t had sex in 4 days!” Emma exclaims in despair. “Wow! Four whole days without sex! How are you even still alive?” J.J. asks sarcastically. “You’re so mean!” the girl replies, stamping her foot in frustration. “Come on! Why not? I’m on birth control, if that’s what you’re worried about!” In spite of his reluctance to fuck the annoying Emma, J.J. can feel his dick hardening rapidly. She is kinda cute…in an obnoxious kind of way, he rationalizes to himself. ”You wouldn’t be able to.