‘Welcome to BTN, Carolyn. Doreen, remind me to get Carolyn a key to the front door.’ Carolyn chirped brightly, ‘Time to start counting the beans....’ ‘Good morning, Doreen.’ ‘Morning, Val. Should I go out at lunch hour and get a key made?’ ‘Good idea. In fact, why don’t the three of us go out for lunch and we can talk about what I’ve got planned. There’s a food court in the mall and a kiosk that makes keys. We can kill two birds with one stone.’ The girls looked at each other and agreed. ‘Great.. Parker andwhat she was teaching, but he just couldn't get interested. Finally justto end the boredom, he used the bracelet again. Seeing Ms. Parker stillstanding at the front of the room, smiling pleasantly, Gordon nervouslywent up to her. She looks so pretty, Gordon thought to himself, as helooked her over. She had dark brown hair, nearly black, all the way downto her shoulder blades.Forgetting about what happened when he touched people, Gordon gently putout a hand to touch Ms. Parker.. She was a woman. She was two hands, two tits, a wet pussy an ass and a fairly fit body. Most of all, she was a woman. There was a power in being that sex that she was only just beginning to realize.Her smile grew as she felt the warmth of a large man’s hand reach down and cup and squeeze the breast closest to cock she was stroking. Immediately she was aware that the front of her breasts was tightening and she could see in her mind the way her nipples looked when they got hard. They were big. However you respond, this will only end one way.Someone yanks on your hair, forcing your head up. A cock slaps your face. “Open your mouth, slut! Stick your tongue out!”Can there be any doubt what’s coming? Hardly. “Beg for it, slut! Tell us you’re a dirty cumslut who wants to swallow jizz like a fucking whore!”Whether you do or not depends entirely on how roughly you want the men to treat your tits and your cunt. Further up the outcome is preordained, with a huge gush of cum landing on your.