"I told her everything," he said."What?!" All three teens yelped the word at the same time, in the same tone of voice and with the same level of conce...rn. It sounded like a trained trio."I told her the truth," said Bob. "She deserved the truth." Thank you, Bob," said Lucy, who sat back down in her recliner. "It's refreshing that somebody thinks I deserve the truth."The kids still had stricken looks on their faces. It was Sam who recovered first."How much of the truth?" she asked, staring. You gasp.Our eyes meet again as you slide down onto me, pushing me deeper into you. God you're beautiful. You look in the mirror and see yourself; your firm fit body wrapped around me; me holding you in the air and my cock deep, deep inside you. I lift you again and let you fall even further onto me. You groan again and again as I lift and let you fall onto me. Each time I let you fall I slide deeper into you. Each time you feel my cock rub harder and harder against you. Your heart is about to. And she was frustrated when she came up short of Karissa's sales. Already she was beginning to ask me for the lesson I gave Karissa. But she isn't ready.If I stand in the hallway right, I can watch her robed back kneed her client's back while Karissa's furrowed back rises and falls over her client. Sometimes, when it was a slow day and I didn't have clients, I'd watch Karissa work for an hour. I'd set her up with someone new, someone who'd received a special referral, someone who knew what he. Theylooked huge. Then there was the black, PVC mini skirt, fishnet stockingsand a pair of knee high boots with six inch heels.My hair was big and wild, large hoop earrings in my ears, gaudy makeupand red, claw-like finger nails. I was dressed like a prostitute. Itried to take it all off but there was no sign of any zips, buttons orlaces. Even the stockings wouldn't separate from my legs. What was goingon?My bedroom door opened and my worst nightmare walked in. It was Richie."Aww, my little slut.