I looked over at Jane's line and saw that there were a similar number of families, but for kids with a single parent, the moms had lined up over there...I smiled to myself as I realized it was the outfit, and who was wearing it, that had been the incentive for this noticeable demarcation. Basically we all knew what they were asking us teenage girls to do was to be there as eye-candy for the parents. I'm sure some girls would have felt it was sexist thing to do, but I had no qualms about showing. You are correct. I am very confident in some areas, but lack confidence when it comes to writing. I was not an English major, but I have always had a desire to write. I simply lacked ideas, then one day I overheard a conversation, and it got me thinking. The story you have been reading is the result of my eavesdropping and overactive imagination. Feel free to offer any criticism. I am not overly sensitive and I appreciate you taking the time to do this. I trust my legs will not be an issue,. I soon begin to ride her face rolling up and down her face as her tongue rolls inside me in and out in perfect harmony. Meanwhile, my left 2 fingers are stroking in and out of her pussy together with my tongue rolling inside her as she wetness drips down little by little her pussy opens up, wide letting my whole mouth inside her as I suck her taking all of it inside of me. We roll over shes going on top of me as we are beginning to grind one another. Soon we find ourselves flipped over and. “Try out the new cage,” I said under by breath. I could turn around in it, but there wasn’t much more room than that. The floor was solid but the rest of the cage was open, made of thin steel rods and bars. I have never felt comfortable in small spaces. I avoid elevators whenever possible and I cried when I had to sleep in the closet as punishment partially out of shame and partially out of anxiety. This was different, however. I liked the cage. I liked being contained inside it. Not trapped,.