“We got a nice piece here,” the man said in an East End London accent. From his voice and appearance, he conjured images in Helena’s mind of an ...English actor whose every film featured a POV shot of him kicking someone in the face. “And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout the countess.” She heard the sound of metal gently rattling in his hand and realized he’d found the gun right away. Helena hadn’t made it difficult, though. It was on top of everything else in her purse.“Ruger LC9,” he continued. “Good gun. She felt a slight tickle as the reservoir tip of the condom brushed her cunt lips. Then she maneuvered it until it pressed against her inner labia."OK, Matt sweetie, go for it honey, push."Enthusiastically, he thrust his hips forward, literally ramming his erect prick into her. The feel of his cock spearing into her, stretching her open, and filling her pussy forced a low moan from her. Wrapping her arms around him, she squeezed him tightly against herself. Once all the way in Matt began. " She leaned against the desk "I was thinking... since my birthday is the same weekend as the teacher work day... could I maybe have a weekend sleep over? "He looked at her "who are you wanting to invite" "Just a couple girls. Hannah, jenni....and maybe staci?" Chris sighed. He didn't much care for her friend Staci. She was the oldest in the group and always seemed to be the one to instigate trouble. "Staci? Lexi you know.." she interrupted him "daddy... pleeeease" she gave him her best pout. “Ah, you like being a sissy girl, don’t you?” Avery taunted. Strangely, there wasn’t that usual cruel edge to her teasing, but an undercurrent of arousal. Was this really turning her on? I focused and made a real effort to be as feminine as I could. I felt foolish, but at the same time it was freeing in a weird way. I swished my hips, stuck out my butt, and pranced on the high heels as I moved around her room. In my mind, it wasn’t just her there, it was a whole audience of people.