Kathy was too frozen to move. Mesmerized, she watched him struggle out of his own clothes. His shirt came first, joining Kathy's bra in the middle of ...he floor. Quickly, deftly, he unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his levis, easing them and his cotton undershorts down over his lithe hips. His tubby, fuzz-nested, cock sprang free, stiff as a pole, its swollen head oozing droplets of excited lubricating fluid. Kathy gasped in horror. Dear Lord! He was going to rape-fuck her! A young boy like. He cursed himself and moved to the other hole to watch Candy again, her probing now full on fingering. Two fingers were flying in and out of her pussy as she made faces of deep pleasure, imitating Michaels joy at the scene in front of him. A knock on Candys stall brought her back to reality, forcing her to withdraw her fingers and answer. One of the girls said something about having only ten minutes left, making Candy get dressed quickly without finishing her session. Michael sighed in. The man inside sat behind a desk piled high with papers. There was a Dry-Erase board behind him with a host of unintelligible scribbles on it. The man was on the phone but he motioned her to a chair with a smile."That's perfect," he said. "Thanks so much for your help. I think this is going to be fantastic."When he hung up the phone, the man turned to Jan."What can I do for you, Chief?" he asked earnestly. Jan looked at him closely."Who are you?" she asked finally."Uh, I'm Scott Lewis," the man. Ellie slid forward and onto her knees, not relinquishing her prize for a second. She kneaded the mass of the breast with one hand, pushing the nipple forward, deeper into her wet, hot mouth. She drew Margie's pleasure up, centering all of Margie's attention on that one set of assaulted nerve-endings.Margie was amazed at how Ellie had found the key to her most sensitive parts. It took her a moment before recalling that only moments earlier she had done essentially the same thing to Ellie. So.