“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Kathleen as she stepped into the house.“I’m so glad you could come. I thought I should host you for a change. Y...u have always so graciously hosted me. Come into the living room with me.”Kathleen was surprised that she had not lost the garment. She expected Marge to untie the knot between her breasts as soon as she arrived. Instead, she had been allowed to remain clothed. She followed Marge into the living room and then stopped dead in her tracks. Sitting on the. The intrusion had been expected because George Burns was the one that had invited Vanessa and Janine into his room in the first place once he knew they were at the door. Vanessa’s question also only elicited a bit of a grunt from the Principal’s lips as his hand continued its longitudinal motion along that shaft.Thirty seconds after that little grunt saw George Burns saying, “Yer, I guess you can help. But not with your hand!”The masturbating Principal then opened one eye and gave Vanessa a. Mel called for the waitress and ordered the drinks."May I see your ID miss?" she asked.Brenda opened her purse and handed her FBI identification to the girl."You're a cop?" she asked."Not really, at least not here," Brenda responded."Wow, that's so cool, what can I get for you?" she asked."I'll have a lemon drop please," Brenda said."And two Buds," Mark said.The waitress left and the guys looked around the room to see what theevening might have to offer in the girl department. Brenda might be. His hand was now travelling along my leg thru my dress, upwards and I decided it was time to leave this place a bit too public.We came outside into the cold night air and walked over to the dark car park, as we approached his car, he pulled me too him and we began kissing again, his tongue pushing into my mouth and mine into his, we lent against the car for support, his hands now on my blouse, unbuttoning my top his hand went inside my bra, cupping my boob in his hand, he twisted my nipple.