My phone image was so clear I could see the bubbles rising. Sitting at the table, she bent to ease off her heels. After quaffing her first flute of ch...mpagne, she poured another, and she had yet to utter a word to the immobile blonde.Her dress had parted to reveal smooth thighs and lacey hold-ups.She raised a leg and snapped a command. The blonde moved forward to caress her stockinged foot. I could see her kissing the toes as she stroked up her thighs.Slowly, oh so slowly, she ran her hands up. I’m just lying around, playing with myself. What time will you get home?”“That’s why I’m calling. The trip is not going as quickly as I thought it would. I probably won’t get home at all tonight, and if I do, it’ll be very late. More than likely, I’ll stay overnight and leave for home early tomorrow morning. I should be home by late in the morning, though. How are things going in the office? Any calls?”“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you. Things are going just fine here. Your call is the first time. Lick, lick , lick all around the young teen’s cunt. Then she pushed her tongue deeper between pink pussy lips. Lick, lick, lick, up and down her slippery slit. Rachel started moaning, enjoying the felling in spite of the strangeness of the situation. When Rachel’s orgasm washed over her it was the strangest feeling she ever had. A slow warm tingling that spread from her tummy to her toes. Not a strong hot horny explosion, but a long shiver of pleasure. Before she even realized it, Mercy was. .." She stared at her pizza and thenpoked at it viciously, spoiling the pattern she'd crafted. "Exceptmisery and lies."I squatted before her, took her hands in mine, squeezed them. "Nomisery here, Jocelyn. Just you, me and Venus. Not him." He's in all my dreams."I started researching coping strategies for survivors of sexualabuse; I believed Jocelyn was one.2Jocelyn was an undemanding lodger, to be honest she had a smallerimpact on my day to day routine than Venus - never once did she tryand.