I moved my hand to her neck and she moved her hand to my waist and we made out. I remember her sliding her hand up my red leather skirt and flicking h...r fingers over my pussy.He soon stopped us and we all moved to the middle of the bed, he lay between us as we both kissed him, kissing one another in the process. We then both moved down to his cock, he was still fully dressed but we unbuttoned his jeans and slid his rock hard cock from his jeans and into our view. Slowly we used our tongues to. Both my older brothers worked for him, and even they had problems getting paid enough to support themselves and their families.Ted, my oldest brother, who was married with three young children, was managing to make do, financially, by augmenting his income doing private classic car restoration work, in the evenings, and on weekends.My brother Bob, who didn't have any kids yet, had Dolores, his wife, working for her father who was an attorney. Dolores brought home more in her paycheck than Bob. He traced his finger around my stomach, and suddenly he pulled off my nipple clamps, one at a time. My gag stopped me from screaming. To add to my humiliation I could hear a car loudly honking its horn as it drove nearer, then the car stopped, and the engine turned off. A small group of young boys began hollering at master and I.Master enjoyed the attention, I craved it. You like what you see? He yelled at the boys, Come on down here, shell suck your cocks! The boys moved closer. How bout you,. ”“Don’t worry, Claudette. I can hear your confession right now.”I was dreading the question. I hadn’t been to church since I moved here from Canada. Well, that was all going to change. A quick confession and I’m free as a bird. The Catholic Church sure understands a girl like me.“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a long time since my last Confession.”“Why don’t you tell me your sins now?”The first thing that came to mind was the Middle School Dance Katie R and I attended last.