Aaron and Bindy weren’t in the office at the time. James and I headed for the other elevator. We managed to beat Carmel down and watched her leave t...e building. Jamal soon joined us.A linger had slid to the ground and Carmel and Simon got in. I commed, “Bindy, ping and track this number plate, GBJK1001.”“You have got to be kidding me, right?” she came back a few seconds later.“Why?” I asked.“You know who that belongs too, as well as I do, Danny,” she came back.“Carmel and Simon got in that. I loved looking at her like this. Little "innocent" Katie, bobbing up and down on my penis, her beauty mark accented by the pucker of her lips, her blue eyes piercing my own.I couldn't take it. I felt myself about to cum. I lightly pushed Katie off of me, causing her to lower her eyebrows in confusion. "What is it?"I shook my head. "Oh, nothing, it's just that I was about to cum..."Katie smiled. "Wow, you just can't handle yourself with me, huh?" She said proudly.I slowly nodded. "Yeah... yeah,. Say it…’ ‘What?’ ‘Say vagina!’ ‘Goddamn – good – tight – pink… Fucking…’ ‘Say it!’ ‘Not yet.’ ‘It’s gonna make you come. Just the word, isn’t it? Saying vagina while you’re seven inches inside me.’ He grunted in agreement or ecstasy, she couldn’t tell. ‘Shoving that glorious love stick in me. Think of it, Philip, picture it. Long, hard covered in that sheath of soft dick skin.’ ‘Uhnng.’ ‘My mèimèi (pussy) loves that dick. She’s addicted to this feeling.’ ‘She can have all she wants.’ Like a. Same old story, I lived in peace for about a week then about a month of fighting and then I'd do something stupid, the police bring me home and thrown out, but they still tell all their rich country club friends about housing a poor troubled foster child, and how I "changed their lives". Oh the idiocy of deranged suburban social statuses. It was never really about me, it was all about outdoing their fellow "good doer" and foster kids tend to hit the top of the philanthropy charts. I never knew.