The job paid very well. Her mother busied herself with a couple of charity organisations. Although she was officially a volunteer she did earn a sum o... money for her work. The house they lived in was two stories. Nicolette’s bedroom was on the ground floor. Her parents slept upstairs. It was getting late she Nicolette said she was tired and went to her room. It had its own bathroom. She showered, put on her nightdress and got into bed. She slept soundly until her mother woke her. Come on dear.. .. In the room you started to dance a bit, rubbing your ass against my dick, the boys watching you, with lust in their eyes. Than you whispered to my ear ’Dear this is a perfect moment for a little fantasy come true, i am now ready to take my girlfriend slutty duties of satisfaction, I will give those boys a little hand-job for a treat’ Those words rushed thru me like electricity, my cock wanted to explode from my pants, i gave u the eye;) You turned to boys and told them that is unacceptable. “Fuck,” you thought internally, “what kind of slut am I that I can’t even think straight after that.” The driver set your bag in the back, then began to drive to a destination where you knew your life would change.About a half hour into the two hour drive, the driver hit a bump that caused you to startle awake, not realizing you had dozed off in contentment. Seeing you stir, he pulled an app up on his phone and hit a button, which reflected in your butt plug. FUCK was all you could think as you. Https://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/7482925/131482691Alessandra sits down with me for a cold drink during the 'Indian Summer' in the first weeks after her school starts, early September, about a dozen years ago. I quickly notice, she is smart indeed, as she is autistic. She rarely looks into my face during our talks. Her eyes dwell often in the same direction as mine do sometimes, for the nice young yummies like her, who pass by our terrace, around the corner from our street. Alessandra.