He slumped back as if defeated and turned his head towards me. “Damn girl, if that’s a sneak peek of the rest of the night; I am one lucky son of ... bitch.” He exclaimed. I blushed with pleasure, just imagining the night that lay ahead… We were 5 min away and Fouad was rushing me to slip the dress on. I did the best I could with the room I had I would have to adjust when I stood from the car. We arrived and stepped from the limo to the club and when I walked in I was breathless. It was a. He was from the South and had an accent that was interesting.I would sit in the front if the truck while the others were in the back. (I was use to this by then) he would pull out his cock and slowly stroke it. It looked huge to me. He would tell me how my Aunt would do that for him. "She likes to take her hand and wrap it around like this", he said. If I look away he would tell me to grow up. Reach over and pull my hand to his cock.I recall thinking how he was so white but his cock was very. There were six of us that night and we had the same thing done to us, so we were not alone and somehow the old man managed to do something to us and get away with it, but my point is, at a rich girls school, sex is a big thing, perhaps we all had more male testosterone than average girls, and egos to match, but fucking and taking turns with the same male, was the norm, the older and more decrepit, the more value points you gained.So using up my value points all these years later, I decided to. I type back on the pad to him....as I really don't know all thetranslations yet "Becky is feeling some sort of grief. From what I don'tknow? I will try to coax it out of her today. But thanks for showingup!"I hand it to him, after he reads it. Tim simply nods and hands it backto me "I have to go to work, but I will check in on you both later?" Inod to him and with that said, Tim walks out the back door of Becky'shouse.When I sit back down on the couch with Becky, I grab the bag of hot foodand.