Doesn't that sound like fun, Wendy?"I wasn't quite sure.We were lucky to find a parking place, halfway down the strip mall, fromthe entrance to Jill's...Beauty Salon. As the car came to a stop in theparking place, Annie turned to me."Wendy, just to get things off to a lovely start, please open your purseand take out the lipstick you will find in there."I did as I was told and found the lipstick nestled next to a pack ofTampax Super Absorbent tampons. I took the tube out of the purse andturned to. ”“You’re staying illegally,” he nodded, “Is it in your nature to ignore the rules?”I shrugged, and shrank lower, “Not really. I’m kind of a goody two-shoes, Mr. Caine.”“A good Catholic girl?”I rolled my eyes, “That’s an oxymoron.”“Strict mother? A distant father?” He frowned, “He was the disciplinarian, I take it?”I swallowed, but didn’t nod. I didn’t need to. Suppose next he’ll want to know if he spanked you, Penny. My toe tapped faster. I was trying to stay civil. I really was. But he wasn’t. Zeke sat in the driver's seat with his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand in Chrissie's lap. Chrissie was wearing a lime-green camisole, green and yellow thigh-high stockings and little green lace panties. The panties were actually down around her ankles. This was because Zeke had his hand wrapped around the boy's cock, slowly squeezing and stroking it."Look out the right side, baby." Zeke said. "Isn't that the school you used to go to?" Yes, Daddy." Chrissie responded."You want. I belonged to her. I felt my nipples tighten at that thought and heat growing deep inside my pussy even as I felt my juices trickling past my swollen outer lips. By the time they returned, each cupping a stemmed glass, half full of blush, I was ready to be her dirty girl even if that meant humiliating myself in front of her friend.“Miss me?” she teased, pausing to run her fingers through my hair, treating me a like a cherished pet.“Yes, Miss,” I admitted, sighing softly at her touch, shivering.