This was the only choir she had because it was degrading enough. Her Step mother would have sex with random men on this table after dinner. She was a ...ruel disgusting woman, cruel enough that she made Snow clean the table every morning. Snow put her hair up with a blue ribbon and grabbed a bucket and rag. She put the bucket on the 20 ft table and started rubbing it down with the rag. She hummed and she scrubbed the surface. When she got to the middle of the table she froze. She felt some. I rushed over, dodging a few strangers in my path."Kristy, I need to talk to you," I said. "Excuse us, sir," I said to her companion. He smiled and turned to talk to another lady. I pulled Kristy to an open area near a wall nearly spilling my drink."What is it, honey?" she asked."Kristy, this is a key party!" Right, that's what Carla had called it," she replied.I shook my head in amazement. "Do you know what a key party is?" I almost screamed."Uhhh, I thought it must be just a fancy. Now I had no idea what mom said to her then but found out later on the drive to her place. As we were leaving my mom floored me when she said look, if you are drinking tonight, I would feel better if you just spent the night on Carol’s couch, but call me if you think that will happen so I don’t worry, and remember you said you would finish the trim work on the addition this week. I said I would and we left. As we got in the car, Carol said that she didn’t know i knew how to do work like that. I. Amazing!I whispered once more: "Michaela, cup your tits in your hands, and offer them to me. She hesitated only momentarily, and smiled nervously. Her deliberate movement told me she was confident and trusting. As she cradled her tits in her hands, she leaned even further forward and offered me a great meal of flesh. I opened my mouth and began to flick a nipple with my tongue - then swirling it around the areola. She sighed and trembled. Her breathing was intensifying. I did not stop, but.