“I had a couple of classes then I packed.”“Can anyone verify?”“Just ask any of my classmates or teachers.”“Around lunch time?” He didn...��t give her time to answer as he rolled right into his next statement. “I wonder if I could ask Mister Braxton. Oh wait, he has been missing for several weeks now. Maybe a classmate then, like say, Casey Ridgeland. Maybe you know her mother, Juniper?”“I know Casey,” she admitted. “I only met her mother once. Nice lady.”“Would you happen to know where either of. “You will stay like that for the rest of the day, I want access to that cock and your arse.” He traced his finger along my shaft through the material of his Lyn's knickers and the turned away. It was joy and torture at the same time. About 11 o'clock he got up. “I'm going to get changed for work,” my Master announced. I followed him into the bedroom to dress him, buttoning his shirt and securing his cuff links. I knelt before him holding his trousers so he could step into them. I held John's. At first they had been reluctant as expected from soccer moms and proud poppas who couldn’t picture their precious daughters being fucked by their friends and neighbors. The rebellion got even worse when they discovered their families would be performing like sluts before a battery of cameras. However, the liberal use of electrified bike rides did wonders in attitude correction. Even the most adamant man or teenage son agreed to his demands after long bike rides in which their cocks and balls. She instantly covered my hand with hers, turned her head and gave me a sly smile.Helen rubbed her ass against my crotch as I massaged her tits from behind, now with both hands. I lifted her nightie up and slid one hand beneath her panties as I pulled and pinched her chestnut-sized nipples. She moaned deeply as my finger found her hairy, dripping wet cunt. In one motion she turned around, lifted off her nightie, and planted her open lips on mine. We stripped quickly, and Helen had no trouble.