There was a message waiting for me when I came home. Al from Welfare had called to check how I was going. He told Ma that he was pleased with my perfo...mance at school and made an appointment through her to see me the following evening. Didn't he have anything to do himself on a Friday?So, two pleasant surprises in addition to Al's message. Doug had praised me as well and put my unofficial wages in my hand as an incentive to agree to continue with the job. Because "I hadn't been there" he was. We arrived in a part of the city where I could see many rich houses around us, and then we drove up to a guarded gate, where she identified both of us. After such formality, she drove the car along a paved path, and then we entered another guarded gate heading to a manor. My mind was blank; I couldn’t understand what was happening. "Kelly, you never asked me who I am, or what I do for a living” she said to me “it is now time to tell you my story. I am an heiress, and I'm very rich, both from my. He quickly removed his hand from the luscious boob and motioned for Gary to do as he requested. He was not about to force himself on the younger teenager but he hoped to convince Jasmine of the danger of not cooperating with their demands.Jas watched as Gary and Jenny left the room, which suddenly became very quiet. A simple, "Come," was uttered by Kory and all followed him into the living room. Everyone grabbed a seat and Jas was left standing near the doorway. Kory dimmed the lights to give. "Yi!" she exploded. "What a feeling!" I stroked my juicy twat harder. "Anything doing?" she asked."He's not exactly hell bent for leather," I said. "Do you suppose you have to be in heat?" I asked her."Sis, I'm in heat thirty days a month," she informed me."You know what Cunningham said," I reminded her.She got up and rubbed at herself. "Damnation! There must be a way." She walked around the animal, banging her fist into the palm of her hand.Something someone had told me once about Catherine.