." I looked at Val, who was smiling. "Val? I thought you didn't want me to do anything with her. You stopped us from modeling nude in front of the cla...ss." I just didn't want the other girls to see you naked. I figured since you've already seen her naked and have already done it that you might want to try it again. Maybe get it out of your systems." Now Val started to cry a little. "Also Tiff is hurting inside. Stan did something terrible to her. And she wants to know if what she thinks the two. A poster of a pre-Raphaelite painting, a chair, a bed and a wardrobe. Ella bounced onto the bed. Fatima sat next to her, the mattress sagging quite markedly under her weight. Ella picked up a remote, pointed it at her stereo from which came the sound of a late night dance station, and she placed a magazine over her lap where she commenced to roll a thin small number, but one which Fatima could soon verify was pretty strong and heady. Fatima was not gay. Well, not gay in the sense that she ever. "No, Scott, I don't have cancer," I said, patiently. "I just have things on my mind."Mrs. Carson called us for supper then, which got me off the hook, but I knew I was going to have to come up with some conundrum worthy of my continued distraction. Scott wasn't going to give up until I told him what was bothering me. I wondered what I'd tell him.The weirdness continued at supper. Mrs. Carson acted completely normal. She didn't look at me differently, or say anything different. She asked us both. ” I pulled my fingers out of her mouth, refocusing. “Ok, baby, show us, show us both how much you want it. How naughty and dirty you are.” She pushed back, pushing the first half of the plug in, spreading her cheeks wider than even the two fingers had. I twisted it, sending a shiver through her. She wiggled her ass, shuffled her knees back, and pushed a little more against it. It was almost to the widest point. “It’s too big,” she whispered. “Nonsense, slave. It’s been there many times before..