He had said he didn’t drink or use drugs, but how could he be sure. He may have used the money to get soused or high. Maybe he had been wrong to hir... him.That afternoon his phone rang, and when he answered it the voice said, “Morgan? Hi it’s me, Blake. How are you?”Morgan let out a sigh of relief and exasperation. “God, Blake, I’m fine. What about you? What’s going on?”Blake said, “Nothing, I’m fine. Look, you said I could bring my things to wash. Would today be Okay?”Morgan said, “Of course.. My clitty hard from the experience peeking out of my tiny thong, suddenly he asks me to get up. Which I do, he turns me around, bends me over the table. And I know what’s coming next, I take a finger, spit on it, then reach back push my thong to a side, and lubricate my hole as much as I can. Then spread my legs and push my ass back inviting him“Please daddy take my ass! I am your naughty cumslut vimla! And I want to please you”He grabs my ass cheeks with both hands and starts teasing my hole. "Mr. Wade is going to send a truck out with the rest of our purchases. I told him anytime tomorrow would be fine."Jeff got in the driver's side as Diana closed her door. Kayla and Tina got in the back seat while Frank, Margaret and Selina settled in the second seat. "Did you leave the store with any makeup for their other customers?" Jeff said, laughing."Some," his bride snickered. "But all your women have to have makeup to be prettier for our husband, and most of us were running low." I can't. ‘Wait Ginny, don---’ stammered an alarmed Harry.But it was too late, Ginny had drunk the entire glass, and the effects were already apparent. Ginny turned around slowly, massaging her small left breast with her left hand while her right was busy at work buried down her rather small skirt.Harry had never even thought of Ginny in this kind of way. She was a year younger then him, not to mention his best friend’s younger and only sister. Only now did Harry really appreciate how hot Ginny.