..but I realized suddenly from even my tiny bitof experience (that is, that moment just then) that this was not an actmeant to help the girl. If he'd ...anted to help me, he would have let me pullmy head back and catch a breath, but instead, he seemed lost in his ownfeeling and his own idea of what he should be doing. He began to move myhead back and forth on his member and I did my best to close my mouth aroundit without biting down, though the thought occurred to me that I might beable to snap. "Uhhhn ... eat pussy ... mmm, yummy..."Melissa smiled in satisfaction and looked at Diane.Test her.Melissa's smile faltered.Make sure she really is Heather's slave. Make sure you are not being deceived.Now Melissa frowned. Deceived? They couldn't do that. They wouldn't dare.Then TEST HER.Melissa's eyes snapped over to Heather. "Now I want to see your slave in action. Have her eat out Melinda."Heather gave Melissa a stricken look. "B-but why... ?" I said do it! Don't ever make me give you an. You go all the way down and grind again. You moan a little and squeeze me tight as you lift just a little then back down hard. I can tell you cum just a small bit, but your hold back. You lean forward a little bracing on your knees and you start jockey riding me. You move faster and start to swirl as you go up n down. You look between your legs and see my cock going exactly where you want it in your pussy. You keep watching and moving further to the floor you put your hands on the floor to. .......................................I was sitting alone at the back of the top deck on a bus one day, making my way home from school. I was 16 at the time, and could not wait to get in after a tough day. As usual, the bus was pretty empty as I lived the furthest away from school and after a few stops all the other k**s had gotten off at their stops already. The bus pulled up at a stop and I heard loud girlish talking and laughing. A group of girls heavily trodded up the stairs onto the empty.