Linda grinned and rolled over, moving so her head was hanging off the bed and her mouth just about the perfect height.I maneuvered Liesl so she was fa...cing the bed and pushed her forward until Linda’s face was between my sister’s legs, her tongue buried in Liesl’s pussy.“Oh yes! Fuck, that feels so good. Lick me, slut, eat my pussy!” she chanted, her hands going to Linda’s breasts.I grabbed a condom out of my bedside table and grabbed Liesl’s hips in one hand, pushing on her back with the other.. She was happy to help me get started.She then started talking telling me to calm down and relax.I woke several hours later. My computer was still on and whileMistress Linda was no longer on rather geometric patterns filled thescreen and calming soothing music of some kind was playing.The Salon TreatmentLooking at the clock I suddenly realized I had an appointment in anhour.I immediately shut down my computer and got up. Going back to myroom I grabbed my pants and removed my wallet and cell. Once you were beautiful or pretty and rich, you were automatically accepted. But it was such a schools first you would have to know about it, then find it and try to apply. The whole purpose of this was to single out the rich from the poor.Now our main character, he is called Aaron St. George. He is tall, 6'3 to be precise, just like his late grandfather he was named after and 18 years old . He weighed 150 pounds and sported neatly cut black hair. The St. George family’s men where always. He slipped his thumb into the edge of his cast. His spirited away coin has fallen out.“You have stopped smiling like an idiot,” Natasha sneered.“Let me call Elizabeth,” he said. “No. Let me call Janice.”“Who--”“Green haired slut.” Owen smiled, looking forward to telling his cousin this story.“Why her?”“Because I know her number. The others are just in my phone.”Natasha nodded and picked her iPhone from her purse.Elizabeth hadn’t called the cops. She didn’t want Brett to get into trouble. She.