She seemed to have a certain excitement about her but kept her composure and entered into conversation with me, enquiring as to my age and health and ...ommenting upon my clothing and appearance. I engaged in conversation with her as Mistress Pickles and Jenkins had advised me I should, complimenting her and making no enquiries concerning her identity nor her private life. We conversed genially and occasionally she would touch but never immodestly. I noticed Miss Jenkins placing paper shades. When the Madam had enough of me licking her right foot she gave me a light kick in the mouth. I really didn’t like getting kicked in the mouth so I started on the left foot. As I was licking the Madam’s foot she was shifting her hips, and hiking up her black dress. From my position I could see that the Madam wasn’t wearing panties. I could see her bare crotch. It was bright red in colour, with no sign of hair except for a small patch just above her clit. I watched as the Madam spread her pussy. He was 30 years old, sweet, nice; and very kind. I quickly volunteered to help; in anyway I could, with the music. I wasn't going to fight the urge to get close to him; and eventually, fuck him!! He called me one Saturday afternoon and asked if I wanted to come down to the church and work on the soundboard. I didn't hesitate! I knew immediately; when I got there, I would seduce John before I left! When I walked in I heard music coming from the sanctuary; and, I knew he was waiting for me in the. I sighed and headed off elsewhere, unsure of what to do. But apparently, Roger wasn’t the only one that saw my little stunt.“Yo!” a boy probably a year older than me called, dropping down next to me. “Saw what you did back there. Name’s Zippy. Me and some friends were following some… shifty characters we know when all this happened. We’re gonna try and save who we can. You up for it?”I’ll say one thing about Zippy: He doesn’t waste time with words. He always gets right to the point. “Yeah,.