"I've never drank anything stronger than wine since then," she smiled at Lenore. "He'd brought a bottle of whiskey, and some grass. I wouldn't smoke t...e grass with him, but I did drink some of the whiskey." Denise shuddered, delicately. "Nasty stuff. I understand it's better on ice, and sipped slowly."Lenore nodded, fascinated."So, the whiskey burned my throat. And I got drunk. And when he complained about never being kissed, it was just so easy to kiss my uncle, you know?" Not giving Lenore a. "Do you think," you ask, innocently as a store catches your eye."Do you think we might go into Forever 21?"Ellen considers your proposal. Your change of plan. Does she suspect you'reup to something? You've been a good girl for a while now. Good enough tohave this special day with her. Good enough that she trusts you maybe?Hopefully the last time she caught you doing something bad has slipped hermind. That time she caught you with her prosthetic tits soaking in the bath,when you stroked them and. And frowned. It wasn't going well sofar. But there wasn't anything she could do about that. She would justhave to wait and see what happened.All morning long, Chad sat quietly at his desk, worried about what wasgoing to happen. The only good thing that occurred was that TomRobinson had emailed him a short list of some little things that neededdoing. Busy work. Nothing difficult. But it kept his mind occupiedfor a while. The list of things also meant that Tom hadn't yet heardabout what. I felt a slick finger go up my asshole and it started a fire. His tongue was in my throat, and one finger, then two, deep in my ass. This was nothing like the games I had played with my c***dhood schoolmates!After several minutes of no sounds but my moans and gasps, Eddie whispered in my ear, "I gon ta fuck ya Baby. Yo Daddy Eddie go fuck your little white ass like it nevah bin fucked befo." God, no, Eddie, please. You'll tear me apart with that cock. I don't want to be fucked like a girl. I.