.again. on another occasion I would have been bored rigid, but this was different, very different.I glanced around at the others, all dressed in their...Sunday best, quite busy this morning, around 50 had turned up, good. It felt somehow better knowing there were lots here, more cover I suppose, made me feel a bit less nervous.I glanced at my watch, only a couple of minutes to go. I glanced at beth, she smiled back but I could see she was a little nervous too.My name is simon.I'd been with beth. "She's on her phone in her room" I told my dad, referring to my sister. "Lets GO!" he yelled as he went in the house, my mom was already in the van, rolling her eyes, probably thinking about what are theneighbors thinking. Sara came down the stairs, threw her bag in the back of the van & jumped in, my dad locked the door as I jumpedin the back doors of the van, he got behind the wheel "Now, do we have everything??" he asked to everyone,, "yes" we replied in perfect unison & we were off on a 3. I started to lick her feet while my mistress was playing with her phone giggling and suddenly she told me she send it to her friend on WhatsApp and even she is laughing and wanted to join.I felt like I was a slut and this was just the beginning.She made me lick each and every toe and pushing her feet harder in my mouth.After this we took some selfies and then she opened her legs and pushed my head into her pussy.She was already wet and I drank all the juices I could and she kept asking for more. I'll get my stuff," she said, slipping away."Ears?" I asked Sharon. "What does she mean?" Well, you did buy posts at Dillard's. I thought you would buy clip-on earrings." Posts? What difference does it make? I thought there was a clip or something I could use to wear them." No, silly sissy, you bought posts so that means you need pierced ears." Sharon was still sitting on my lap, so I couldn't really get up and protest. She took my face in her hands and held it tight, squeezing my jaw a little.