" I moved my hands up to the back of her dress. It was rough, harsh under my hands. I wanted it off. "You are being generous, Mrs. Honeywell." I said,...fingering the hook and zipper. I smiled. Mrs. Honeywell was staring at me as I unzipped her dress. She gasped when my fingertips brushed her cool black flesh. "Call me, Alissa, Sonny." She breathed, her eyes half closed. Then she pressed against me again, her huge breasts between us, communicating her panting passion to me in concert with her. ” The scolding brings me back to reality and I murmur, “Yes Master,” and slip my hand down into my lap. The material of the dress is quite thin and I consider touching myself through it, then decide to be a little more daring. Making sure You can see, I push the shorter side of the dress all the way up my thigh and stroke two fingers over my pussy as You look on proudly. “Mmm, you really are a dirty little bitch, aren’t you?” You say to me, Your voice almost a. .. ?" I knew everyone was dead but I had to ask, it just took me a while to work up the courage. I didn't need to act, all I needed was the knowledge that I'd been double-crossed by my brother. "Dad, Connie, the others, are they all... all dead?" Believe me when I say that I really am sorry, for both of you. I'm afraid there really is no easy way to say this so I'll tell it like it is. There are bodies by the pool, on the patio, in the games room, kitchen and one of the two back bedrooms. A. Afton replied, “Oh, it’s not too bad, it just hurt for a few minutes, nothing to worry about!” “Well,” Miss Richards rejoined, “I want you to come to my office for a minute so I can give it one more look.” Afton, in just her bra and panties, followed the teacher into her small cubby hole of an office at the far end of the locker room and sat down in the visitors chair and extended her left leg so Miss Richards could inspect it. “See,” said the eighteen year old said, “no problem, it feels just.