It's just, like, their place. They looked...perfect. An older woman walked out into the middle of the gym, petting each upper class girl as she did. E...ach girl seemed to swoon just from the touch. It made me feel warm in my lower belly.?Welcome, young ones, to Ms. Annabelle's Slave Academy for Girls. My name is Miss Annabelle, and you will address me as such. For each of you, your parents have enrolled you, for whatever reason, and we believe in sticking to our guns. By the time you leave this. She reached down and moved my hand. She began to stroke it with both hands. She looked into my eyes."Please step-brother will you fuck me? Pretty please will you fuck me? I want to be your dirty little slut," Kara said staring into my eyes.She raised herself up on her knees and took my cock in one hand. She braced herself with her other hand and positioned my cock underneath her pussy. She began to lower herself onto my cock. I felt the head of my rod start to part her lips. She began to take a. Something hungry. Eager. "So tonight it's your turn, boss." Michael continued. "Tonight you join the party, or rather, tonight you are the party." "Get on with it!" one of the girls called out. "So, tonight,” he repeated with indolent emphasis, “since we have no bottle to spin, we’re going to spin you," Michael said, turning the chair to face him. "And when it stops spinning, whoever you’re facing gets to tell you what to do. Got it?" he grinned. "Oh, like truth or dare?" "A little, I guess,". I sat down and took a deep breath, I had been living with this for years,so I was nervous. “So what's on your mind Gina?” Erica asked. “Well Erica, I've been talking to my girlfriend and she has a problem,” I replied. “And what problem is that?” Erica asked. I took in another deep breath and she could tell I was nervous. “Well over the past year and a half now, she has had a big crush on somebody, and doesn't know what to do about it,” I replied. “Well why doesn't she tell this person how she.