I know how pretty I am, Mrs. Henderson, and I know boys follow me all overÜÜmen too. I don't mind that. I sort of like it. But I never did a...nything like that... I mean, with a bunch of guys. It only happened once or twice before. Before today, I mean." I didn't want to take on all of them at the same time, but I had to do it. They made me fuck them, Mrs. Henderson. Then, after that first time, it got better and I started to like it. Today was awfully nice, until you caught us. Those. His face fixed with a look I hadn’t seen in a long time, anger and lust all mixed into one stare. I used to get that look when we would fight or I pushed his buttons to goad him into a bit of rough. “I do remember Callie, I do. Just it’s confusing, overwhelming and frustrating. I don’t remember all the specifics, hell I only really remember feelings and they all but knocked the wind out of me. I felt like my heart was about to explode and I couldn’t figure out why. Then I saw you out here now. ”“Yeah, I noticed you were hard to reach. We’ve been calling you all day.”“Thanks for the prompt attention, but I suspect you’ve got your work cut out for you.”Al hung up and powered down his phone.“Do you think it’ll do any good?” Betty asked.“Not in the least. Powell’s wings may be clipped, but he’s far from out. However, this at least gives us a few more options.”“I’m glad we finally got everyone settled,” Betty said, stretching out across the bed. “But I’m happier we have this hotel room to. But now here I was, utterly transfixed by my best friend's slowly writhing, endlessly compelling feet. What was happening to me?I reached forward, unable to resist despite my token protest. My heart was hammering, my head was swimming, the periphery of my vision became blurred until only her soles and toes stood out in sharp relief. Between my legs, a familiar rush of tingling warmth, a pulse of pleasure that made my neck flush with a sudden heat. My fingers trembled, shaking as much with the.