"Blake climbed on top of her, assuming the position. He looked down between them and whispered "Aren't you supposed to... clean up?" Don't worry, baby.... Go ahead," Jo whispered back. "It'll feel good I promise."Blake nodded and lowered his hips, allowing Mrs. Capshaw to take him in her hand and put him where he needed to be. "Ready?" He asked.In response, Jo bucked her hips off the bed, enveloping Blake's head in sticky tight warmth.Blake moaned and sank into her, breaking his cherry.Jo felt. .... I jam my finger into your asshole with little regard. Your such a dirty little whore. Then a second finger as you yell out. I withdraw entirely and lube up my fat cock. (6" in circumference) I nuzzle the head of my cock on your asshole. "is this where you want it?" ... "yes Sir, please please, please Big Daddy" slowly I nudge it forward, deeper. Stretching that ever so tight hole. Ouchy Ouchy (its what I've taught her to say instead of yelling) "thats a good girl" as she takes it. .. back to her. First, I must ask you for your permission." Some ... of Frank?" asked Raina, playing confused like a pro. "Interesting word choice. That is kind of vague, Laura. What do you mean? A lock of hair? A fingernail clipping? Some saliva? A throat swab? Some sweat?" No," Laura answered, unable to look Raina in the face and blushing crimson to the tops of her bare breasts. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying in vain to control her racing pulse and ragged breath. "I am. This part of the process always turned Will on likenothing else. Except maybe the part where she had sex with the bad guyswithout them knowing, she thought with the giggle.She picked up a white thong from one of the drawers. She slid it up herlegs until the white patch settled against her sex. Next, she picked upa backless bra and stuck the petals on each breast and clipped themtogether. The bra pulled her breasts together to make her cleavage lookeven more deep. Then she pulled up the white.