I pushed my friend into the stall, slammed the door behind us, and fell to my knees. My pigtails bounced about my shoulders. I stared up at my friend ...with eager delight. My eyes traveled up her naked body from her bush of light-brown hair matted with some of Daddy’s pearly cum to her small breasts that were just budding. They were topped with dusky-pink nipples that were so suckable. Her light-brown hair fell about her round and freckled face.“You are so cute!” I moaned, grabbing her hips and. The fact is, she is obsessed with blowjobs. She said she'd suck anyone's dick if that's all they wanted." You used to suck my dick when we were kids," I said.Franky went bright red and whisper shouted, "You sucked my dick too!" I know," I said, "and neither of us turned out to be gay, right?"Franky said, scrunching up his face, and attempting to put the conversation on it's original track, "you allow Amy to suck any random guy's dick if she wants to?" Why not?" I said, "I couldn't stop her if I. Before Marissa arrived, my latte was always excellent, always served with efficiency, yet always with that strained smile she'd been forcing on her customers since 7am. June was a great barista and she ran a fantastic café, but she needed to remind herself how to be more sincere.Marissa changed all that: there was no hint of nervousness as she pushed my hot glass across the counter the first time and that soft smile was more rousing than anything the coffee could do, more arousing than I. I felt a lot more cheerful now that we had the seeds of an idea of howwe were going to fight back. The only problem was that none of us werecapable of more than very simple hacking.Chapter 9There were four big events in week five. The first was unsettling andmade me very nervous. My nipples had started to get puffy, sensitive andpainful. It was another wake up to what I was doing to myself. The painI could stand but the constant rubbing as I moved was driving me mad.Sam suggested that I start.