In honor of our birthday buddy, we’d like to do something called... Don’t Be Cruel.”Sammy, Lynette and Eda harmonized an, “Uh-Uh-Uh-Ah!” as ...Lisa announced our next song title. E immediately started the easy bass drum, snare and high-hat rhythms to get our cover song going. Lisa and I couldn’t help chuckling when Lynette unexpectedly added, “In case you didn’t know who that semi-famous singer is, these bums’ birthday buddy is non-other than the King ... Elvis Aaron Presley.”Eda skillfully. She stood up and headed through a door, closing it behind her. The other three occupants of the room continued to stare at me for a moment. The two student volunteers were hiding smirks of amusement at the exchange they'd just witnessed. Finally they reluctantly went back to work.Mrs. Wilks returned a few minutes later. She gave me a nervous look and said, "Mrs. Compleigh will see you in just a minute." Thank you," I said.She didn't answer my thanks. She walked over to a large filing cabinet. ” She frowned at first, puzzled, then she broke into a smile. “Like this?” she said, opening her mouth wide. Seeing her tongue sent a shiver through me. I wanted that tongue exploring me. Giggling like a kid, I tossed a berry into her mouth, and she giggled in turn. “Good?” “Awesome, really.” I popped a couple into my mouth, then held one loosely in my fingers. “No fair using your fingers,” I said with a smile. She giggled again and leaned in to take the berry with her lips. She wrapped both of. Desire trickled out of her. Then the words came, thick and glutinous and laden with yearning. ‘I want to fuck black cock,’ croaked Emma. ‘I want to feel what it’s like to get fucked by real men.’ She paused, glancing again at the second man before she turned to the man at her side. ‘I want to suck your cock,’ she murmured, unable to look him in the eye, withering under the force of his stare. Emma felt his will. ‘I want to suck both your cocks,’ she added, mumbling. ‘I want both of you to fuck.