Walter continued.?Your breasts were given to you by God to nourish the young. You have used them to entice men. We have pictures of you wearing only a... small piece of cloth to cover them, which was clearly insufficient. Your breasts were clearly being displayed in such a wanton manner, to attract men to your bed. Jesus once said that we should cast out any of out body that causes offence to God. The way you have used your breasts had clearly been against the wishes of God. This will happen no. She thinks it’s hilarious, and keeps suggesting ridiculous solutions: wear a bedsheet and pretend to be a ghost, climb out of the window and make a break for it, walk downstairs naked and get revenge on her mom by fucking her man’s brains out. You silently laugh her suggestions off and lie there quietly, thinking that this will probably be funny later, but for now, your heart is going to pound out of your chest. That’s when you hear strange sounds coming from downstairs…sounds that seem. Suzanne slid a hand up Amanda’s thigh, sending minuteelectric pulses up her spine and down to her clit.Suzanne rubbed gently on Amanda’s clothed pussy. Amandastarted moaning and dripping cunt juice.Grinning evilly, Suzanne rubbed a little faster onAmanda’s pussy. Her breath quickened. A dark spotappeared on Suzanne’s panties, spreading very quickly.Suzanne pulled Amanda’s panties down to mid-thigh. Shegreased her finger with Vaseline. Gliding the finger upand down. "Ah. Good morning Mr Webster." I knew him, he was the club's professional (well, that's what they called him--anyway, he was the guy who gave people their golfing lessons). The chairman put his hand under the desk and pulled my head back to his lap. The dirty sod wanted me to suck his cock while he talked to Webster. "It's Mrs. Fletcher again." "Oh yes?" said the chairman. "She's refusing to pay her bill. Can you have a word with her please? Every time I give her the bill, she says its wrong.