. " What?" It . . . it kinda happened." Billy said quietly."And you fucked her?" Danielle asked. Billy glanced at her. He could tell she wasn't mad; i...n fact her voice sounded as if she was enjoying it. He looked again at her big tits and felt his cock swell."No, she . . . she went down on me and . . . " And what?" And let me . . . cum on her . . . her boobs."Danielle chuckled; it seemed to be the theme of the night."Did you like that? Shooting a big load all over her big fucking tits?" she. It was a heavy wooden door, I knew that from when I worked there, and I stood there, listening. I couldn't hear anything. The handle on the door was steel. I was expecting, I think, an electric shock when I touched it. Instead, I had the sensation like I was falling. I touched it, and it began to turn. I watched it turning, and then the door slid silently open, slowly. First she was on her knees in front of him. He was leaning against his desk, his trousers around his ankles. She was licking. She longed to caresshis face and run her slender fingers through his jet back hair. Just thescent of his cologne alone was enough to cause her heart to race and hernipples to get hard.The first time he gave her goodnight hug she felt her panties get wetwith desire at the feel of his arms around her. There were only twoproblems preventing them from getting together. One was her age, she wasonly sixteen. Although legal in some states that was not the case here.The second and biggest one was her. ”“I’ve been living that reality for a while, now,” Miranda told her. “It gets lonely at times, but I had you to help keep me sane.”“Just what you needed, a dull-witted bird brain with a tremendous appetite.”“You remember that part, huh?” Miranda asked, laughing.“I remember trying to eat you the first time I saw you,” Murielle replied, laughing as well. “But you did something to me ... made me realize that you were my...”“If you say, ‘Master’, I’m going to hit you,” Miranda joked. “All I did was.