"I don't know..." Debbie made a little face. "I'm not really supposed to go to parties or anything." Well, duh!" Heather laughed at her. "None of us a...re. I'm not telling my folks anything though. I'll just say I'm going to the movies or something. I'll say I'm going with you." Heather was grinning. "You say you're going with me, and it'll be cool."Heather and Debbie were best friends, like me and Jen, which was the good thing about inviting them both together. Heather would talk Debbie into it. She was truly puzzled about what was happening now, but Russ moved in to kiss her, slow slow kisses. The sort he knew she loved. The sort that had a unique way of keeping her wet and her nipples erect. The sort she couldn’t resist.As they stripped each other, with Emily just down to her black lacy thong, Russ pulled back.“You asked if I remembered what the inside of your bath looked like?” Russ reminded Emily, hinting at the night that Russ had first taken her anally.“What if I said I. I was starting to get worried about what he might do with the pictures. I tiptoed across the corridor to his room upstairs. I pushed the door open without making a noise, he had music playing softly. He was sitting at the edge of the bed without his pants and looking at my pictures in his left hand on his phone and masturbating with his right hand. I could see his fat dick head pop out of his fingers every thrust.As soon as he realized I was watching him, he jumped to the corner and pulled a. “Forgive me, My Lady,” replied Petyr Baelish curtly, the impatient heat from his voice billowing upon a curtain of frost that touched Melisandre’s robed shoulder. “But I fail to see how this involves my services.”Melisandre turned her head towards Petyr and met his gaze, smiling thinly as she cooly responded, “Are you not one to make deals?”Petyr slowly moved forward until he stood adjacent to the priestess, his interest emanating like a beacon from his slender frame as he turned his head and.