The second girl name was Ashleigh she was 5’4” light skin with brown eyes and long black hair. She also was small and petite. But she had thick h...ips and a nice ass and nice tits that were about a 34B-cup steph probably had the same size. Today Ashleigh had on a brown low cut sexy shirt and blue tight jeans with matching brown boots and a brown jacket with hoop earrings with her hair straight down. Steph had on a black silk shirt with dark blue jeans and black heels with her hair straight down. Needles shot all throughout her scalp and she turned her head slightly to the left. She didn’t want to be obvious, but she couldn’t help but look to the source of the sound. She’d have recognized that voice in middle of a rock concert, and these days, it brought her nothing but dread. ‘Yes, Rebecca? What is it?’ Rachel watched out of the corner of her eye as the fiery brunette whom she had once upon a time considered a sister, curled her lips into a devious smirk and cleared her throat. Her. I felt there was something in that gaze. Like she knew I had grown up. That I was a man now, twenty and ready to please her.Then she'd scurry away into her office.Finally, the day came to an end. I wondered if she would even drive home with me. On Friday, she sent me home alone, giving me her keys pretending she had to work late. I was rock hard, my balls aching. It was painful to be hard this long.I slipped into the passenger seat, glancing at her skirt covering her thighs. Even with that. You fucking ungrateful slut.’The softly threatening, dusky words he’d fed her earlier have gone.This is guttural, insistent communication.One-way.She picks up an apple, and considers it.She begs:‘Fingers…’‘Please?’‘I need you… I need your fingers…’Between his tongue-tip tease, at the holy-hot centre of her pain, almost imperceptible, to the insistent and relentless lateral thrubbing drum beat, also achieved with his tongue, she’d been taken to the edge of her orgasm for half an hour, and.