You don’t give much of a shit – you start your day by idly browsing Reddit and chatting in a few group chats you have with your school, gaming and...international friends.You’re an eighteen year old boy in your final year of high school living with your single mom, Kelly. You get on alright at school, with a few close friends – thankfully, now everyone is eighteen and college is looming, the bullies have mostly matured out of their need to torment you anymore. Quite shy and bookish, you’ve never. They tell her what to wear for tomorrow. The wardrobe consists of a tank top that says "cheap meat" and "Juicy" across her ass in a skirt. Heels and a plug. Rather than refute the dress code, Tara had other concerns. "You can't destroy my house again... I can't keep covering this up! Steve is going to find out!"Erica mocked her with false sympathy, "Aww don't worry, cunt muscle. We're not coming over here tomorrow, you are going to come to us. You're going to wear this outfit outside and let. I turned around to face him.The sun was getting higher, I could see him better now.And man was he good-looking.He must have seen me better to, because he smiled.I reached down and pulled my shorts up, and he pulled his dick inside and zipped up his pants.Then he leaned forward and kissed me."I have to get to work." he said.I nodded."Thanks for spending time with me."I smiled at the statement's simplicity.And then he was walking back towards the gate.He turned back once, to glance at me.Time. As his struggles became more violent, the chair creaking under the strain, Cynthia licked his face with long slow strokes. With one last lick from his nose up to his hairline, she stopped short of his orgasm. The guard went crazy, writhing in frustration, trying to reach her or somehow stimulate himself. ‘I’m sorry little man, I have to go. I’m sure that you can find some way to help yourself. Here, this will help.’ Flashing him her ass, she bent over and rooted around in the desk until she.