“What are you waiting for? Eat me, slut.” I had little choice. The whip was rolling off of my shoulder and she was lazily swinging it back arou...nd and up a gain… and again … and again. It was wrong. It was disgusting. My cock got harder and harder. I lost count of the number of lashes. I watched her cup and squeeze her breast. She pulled the stretchy material above each. Then she lifted one to her mouth as she continued to stripe my flesh. It was pungent, salty… It was her and I suck. "At least for a few days," Michelle held Marilyn in her arms. "We'll wait until your father's funeral before making any decisions." May Mike walk me home so I can get my things?" she asked through her tears."Of course he may."Michael was aghast when he learned an hour later that Michelle had given her permission on bringing Marilyn into their home without consulting him. He thought that she was a slut for fucking their son. He flew off the handle again."What the hell is going on around here. “Miss Gregson, you need to be able to wash your hair, so I’m going to let you bathe today. Please remember that this is a favor I’m granting you, and it would be a darn sight easier for me to keep you using a bucket and a washcloth. If you mess me about or try to escape, then we shan’t do this again, so I’d suggest you behave yourself.”I could almost see her arguing with herself; as I suspected it would, the female wish to be clean again won out over the immediate urge to escape. This girl. The house is completely still. After tossing and turning for an hour, Emily gets up and makes her way to the bathroom. The door to Katie's bathroom is locked. Confused, Emily spends a full minute staring at the handle, trying to figure out how a door can be locked when nobody is inside. Finally, she gives up and, with the help of her phone's light, tip-toes down to the downstairs bathroom. The first-floor bathroom's door is mercifully open. Emily pauses briefly, as she examines the door.