“Those poor girls! Who are they, and what happened to them?” she asked compassionately.“You just met them all. They joined my crew over the last... few months,” John said gently.Rachel laughed politely, thinking this was some kind of strange joke where she just wasn’t seeing the punch-line. She looked at John and Alyssa, noting their quiet, sombre faces, and realised they weren’t joking.“You can’t possibly be serious,” she protested, as she looked up at the pictures of the girls, examining them. "So now that we all know that skipping workouts makes you all a bunch of little bitches, what do you do? You're going to have to practice. For some of you, apparently coming to Cassidy's workout is too scary. I understand. I didn't want to kill myself doing it, either. I should be the poster boy for taking short cuts and reaping the consequences."He seemed to sag at that admission. These were hard things to admit to yourself, let alone a room full of your peers. He looked at Cassidy, and she. I like it rough”I was confused by this double meaning sentence. I started to scrub her back harder and she let out occasional sounds of pleasure.“Ooouuuuhhh. ah. that’s how I like it, babe”I could not control myself anymore. I took out my dick from my shorts and started stroking it slowly and passionately. My dick is not that huge: it is 6 inches long with a big pink head and a thick chocolate shaft.I was proud of it.As I was near ejaculating, I started moaning too. Mom’s whispers of pleasure. She took in the sounds and taste of Miranda's lips, the time restraint too played into Jennette panting as the other girl did. Then a knock came at the door, both girls stilled instantly, just on the brink of coming."Jennette? You in there?" The producer of iCarly questioned."Yeah!" Have you seen Miranda? You guys have to get out of here in a few or your parents will catch a fit." She's with me! Give us five minutes!" Okay! But no more than that," the producer chirped in relief and the girls.