I giggled, Laura giggled. But I thought, what the hell. I walked over to her and just gave her a quick peck on the lips. Wow. Her lips were soft and s...eet. Three or four more pecks followed. I wanted more. I held my lips to hers hoping to connect our tongues but she said no, saying that type of kissing was reserved for Bob. Fair enough. I went back and sat on the couch, not to push my luck. But my heart was racing, and cock was jumping. After returning back to normal conversation and normal. If you scream or do anything you are told not to do, I will slit your throat. Do you understand?? She nodded her head yes from fear of doing anything else. He removed the tape and then the cloth. Her mouth felt dry. ?I am going to stick my cock in your mouth now. If you bite it, you will die. I want you to lick it like a lollypop. Lick it like there is no tomorrow. Because if you don’t there might not be for you,? he snickered. She nodded her head again too afraid to speak. She felt the warm. I went the whole week without hearing a word from him, i was young and naïve but even then i knew the behaviour of the men wasn't right and could land them in hot water. Surely Mr David should have at least checked on us all by now... but no nothing at all. The Following Saturday arrived and me and the rest of the girls worked our shift, all a little confused about the lack of information. The café closed at around 5pm and Mr David came down from his office and got us all together. He said. I hung up my apron thenminced into the living room, my dress swishing, my nylons zipping witheach wiggling step. Lane watched with a quiet satisfied smile as I tookmy seat on the couch, crossed my shiny nylon stockinged legs with a loudzipping sound and smoothed my dress. As I picked up my knitting doingonly those ladylike things that were now expected of me I quietlycontinued on with the needlepoint I had started weeks earlier at Lane'sinsistence. Lane quietly smiled then turned his.