As I knelt down I slide my shirts over my head and took hold of Raymond's twitching dick and kissed it gently. Raymond's cock jumped and he pressed it... to my lips smearing pre-cum over my lips and cheeks. He took hold of his cock and guided it to my lips commanding me to '...start sucking Bitch...' Carl was behind me rubbing my naked buttocks as if they were the buttocks of a female. Every now and then Carl would spit onto my butt crack and smear his spittle over my anus pushing one or two. There was something about people wanting to bed the cheerleaders and Brenda was really looking forward to the football and basketball seasons and all that went on behind the scenes.Brenda decided she would first try out her newly earned sexual power with Mr. Richey, her social studies teacher. She knew Mr. Richey, or Ed, was a married man and had 2 or 3 kids. But, Brenda told herself that if Ed didn't want to play with her sexually, he didn't have to. She knew she could turn men's heads but she. She lived near by and said if we waited five minutes, she would show us the house. Soon she arrived and showed the house to us. The house had been up for sale for many, many years because although it had electricity, but no running water or any type of central heat. All of the rooms had small wood burning stoves for heat. For water, there was a well with a manual pump next to the house and there was an old two-hole outhouse. What was amazing to us was that the house contained all of this. There is no chance Justin’s meeting would be so pleasant. Oh well, I could always take it out on Chuck. The poor SOB picked the wrong week to play practical jokes on me. Sheila: Sundays are usually good days: work out, go to service, catch up on paperwork. If I am lucky, there is time for A Game of Thrones. This Sunday would be very different. It started with a few phone calls. The first was from Sean. He wanted to meet and suggested Cianfrani’s when Charles would be present. I formed an image.