"Come along, Wilson."Ken heard the thick, heavy door lock behind him as he closed it, noting that there was no knob, only a security key-mechanism fro... which Mrs. Keele had taken the key, placing it in her purse."Well," she sighed, turning to him with a smile. "Home at last." She glanced around the plush living room with seeming content as she spoke. "I always feel so at ease here, Wilson... absolute privacy, security... what better working conditions could a girl ask for? Do you like it?". " I stood up andscreamed."I DON'T WANT TO BE A GIRL. YOU RUINED MY LIFE. ALL OF YOU JUST FUCKOFF." I ran away to my room.I sat on my bed crying. I must have been there for ten minutes when Iheard the door open, and Danielle came into my room. She sat next to meand patted my back. "There there little slave," she said. "It's going tobe okay." I turned to her, my eyes red with tears."You're a cunt, I never wanted to be a slave. You've done this. You're abitch. I hate you." Danielle grabbed my. I’m going to come, and I don’t know if I can hold back. “Sir, I, I need to come, please fuck, fuck-fuck please fuck!” My fingers curl into the sheets, and I bite into the pillow hard. I let out a growling need, waiting. “Come for me, my sweet Bitch, do it now!” It’s all I need, those sweet words, I let go, and feel myself lift my hips a bit further into your thrusting body. Writhing with a burning need, my breathing harsh and uneven, I feel the overwhelming spasm. I clench hard, with the. “What say we go to the bedroom, and you show me what you can do.” Mindy stood up and led the way to the back bedroom. There she let Alan stretch out on the bed, and she climbed on top of him. Working her ankles under his shoulders, she eased her moist pussy back to his waiting lips. He saw the neatly trimmed brownish-blonde pubic hair. He had never gone down on an unshaven pussy, but found it inviting. He broadened his tongue and ran it the length of her slit, from love tunnel to clit, making.