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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
NEW BOY
Chapter One
The advertisement read, ÒWaiters needed.Ó He decided to apply. He
was 16, with blonde curls on his head that made girls want to see the
curls that grew lower down, past his Adonis-like chest, below his flat
athletic belly.
The woman behind the desk smiled when she saw him. He was
perfect, just what she was looking for. He was impressed by the size of
her tits.
ÒSo youÕd like a job?Ó she asked him. Her voice was soft, feather-
like. He had to come closer to her desk to hear her. She repeated his
question, like a langorous cat too lazy to speak louder as the summer sun
blazed behind her, setting in the west, behind a protective white blind.
ÒYes,Ó he said, feeling a little awkward. HeÕd seen a movie in school
about a black spider, luring a male to her web. The movie flashed through
his mind again now as he drew closer to her. But she had such
magnificent tits! He could barely take his eyes off them as he tried to
respond to her question. ÒYes a waiter,Ó he said. His voice, unlike hers,
was hurried, deep and loud and masculine. He spoke loudly to make up for
the softness of hers.
ÒYes,Ó she said. Or, rather, seemed to purr, simultaneously lifting
her delicate hand and brushing back her long black hair from her face.
ÒYes. We might have an opening,Ó she smiled. ÒWill you be available next
week?Ó she asked.
ÒUh-huh,Ó he answered.
ÒNext Friday night?Ó she asked.
ÒSure,Ó he agreed.
ÒIt will be a party,Ó she said. She gazed at his t-shirt, with a
football logo on it. It had a stain. It looked like ketchup. She looked at
his jeans. The knees were scuffed. His sneakers looked like old favorites,
ones that should have been thrown out six months ago. ÒYou will not need
to worry about wearing anything special,Ó she smiled at him, her lips
forming the words in a way that made him want to thrust himself still
closer to her. ÒHowever I will require you to take a bath when you arrive.Ó
His eyes widened. Her smile grew broader. ÒThat will not be a problem,
will it?Ó she asked.
ÒI- I guess not,Ó he answered.
ÒI have very particular clients,Ó she said.
ÒYes. Of course,Ó he agreed.
ÒYou are in high school?Ó she asked.
ÒUh-huh. Tenth grade at Western,Ó he said.
ÒAnd you have your work permit?Ó she asked.
ÒYes,Ó he said. He reached behind himself, put his hand against his
butt. He fished in his back pocket.
ÒYou donÕt have to show me,Ó she said. She used the movement of his
hand, into his back pocket, as an excuse to lower her eyes. She looked at
his crotch. He was aware of her eyes on him there and he developed a
bulge. His own eyes drank in her tits.
ÒAfter your bath I will give you something to wear,Ó she said to him.
She lifted her eyes to his face again. He struggled to tear his gaze away
from her breasts. ÒCan you stay the night?Ó she asked.
ÒUm, thereÕs a curfew,Ó he said.
ÒDonÕt worry about that. YouÕre allowed to stay out past curfew if
youÕre working,Ó she told him.
ÒOh. Yeah,Ó he said.
ÒTell your parents youÕll be on a boat and the boat will be gone for
the entire evening,Ó she told him.
ÒSure,Ó he answered. ÒDo I-- do I have to fill out a form or
anything?Ó he asked.
ÒYou mean a job applicaition?Ó she said.
ÒYes.Ó
ÒIt is not necessary,Ó she said, letting her eyes flick down to his
crotch again, where he had grown even more visible. ÒI donÕt really need
to know your name.Ó
ÒOh.Ó he said. ÒWell itÕs Jeff. Jeff Stanton.Ó She smiled. She
extended her fine-nailed, delicate hand to him. He felt the sharpness of
her fingernails as he took hold of her hand. Lightly he shook it, not
wanting to grip her too hard or hurt her. Her hand was warm.
ÒYou may call me Melissa,Ó she said.
ÒNice to meet you,Ó he told her.
ÒYou too,Ó she smiled. ÒYou may go now,Ó she said, and he
reluctantly let go of her hand. As he turned to leave his eyes again fixed
on her breasts. They were breathtaking. She absorbed his gaze and gently
waved goodbye to him with her hand.
As he reached the doorway to her office she suddenly said, ÒOh Jeff.Ó
ÒYes?Ó he asked. He turned and his eyes again fell to her breasts.
ÒThere is one small thing I must mention,Ó she said.
ÒYes?Ó he asked.
ÒPlease conserve your strength,Ó she told him.
ÒMy-- strength?Ó he asked.
ÒYes,Ó she purred. Her eyes fell to his groin. ÒIt is difficult for a
woman to address a young man on this subject but I will try,Ó she said. He
walked back toward her. His pace was awkward. His stiffening groin was
making his steps fall in a haphazard manner. ÒMy clients wish to have a
vigorous young man,Ó she said. ÒDo you play football?Ó she asked, looking
at his t-shirt.
ÒYes,Ó he said.
ÒPerhaps your coach speaks to you in this way the night before a big
game,Ó she said. She smiled. ÒPlease donÕt play with yourself in the
coming week.Ó
ÒOh,Ó he answered.
ÒYes,Ó she said. ÒIt is important that you be... presentable.Ó
ÒYou mean, like, quick and stuff?Ó he asked.
ÒNot too quick,Ó she said, brushing her hair back again, letting it fall
langorously over her slim delicate shoulders. He stood boldly before her,
as thick and hard and mascline as she was soft and supple.
ÒI- IÕll watch myself,Ó he said.
ÒGood,Ó she answered. She smiled. ÒThatÕs all,Ó she said.
All the following week one young man in the Brazilian barrio had
desperate, hungry erotic dreams. He could barely sleep, he was so stiff
with desire, thinking of the young woman with the long black hair. He
obeyed her injunction not to cum. He obeyed for three nights. Then on the
fouth night he lost himself, falling asleep on his belly, his hard-on caught
underneath him. For two days afterward he again managed to keep himself
whole, until finally Friday came, and he was back in the womanÕs office
again.
There was a young girl sitting in a chair by the womanÕs desk when
he arrived. She smiled at him. She had long red hair and a t-shirt and
jeans, like he wore, except her t-shirt had a picture of Hello Kitty on it.
The knees of her jeans had been deliberately ripped open. He saw her thin
kneecaps inside the holes, pressing outward against the denim. Her legs
were slim. He lifted his eyes to her breasts. They were fetching, young
pointed breasts that jutted into her shirt, filling the top half of it while
the lower part, being cut short, left her slender belly bare.
ÒHi,Ó he said to her.
ÒHi,Ó she smiled.
ÒJeff!Ó the woman with black hair behind the desk said. ÒThis is
Julie. She will be working with you tonight.Ó Jeff nodded at the girl. Her
smile turned sheepish. ÒI have an executive washroom where you both can
bathe before the party begins,Ó Melissa said. She smiled at both her
charges. She stood. Their eyes followed her slender figure as she rose up,
surmounted by her glorious tits. She wore a tight dress. It hugged her
like a glove. ÒThis way, please,Ó she said. Melissa rose out of her chair.
Jeff drew close to her. He clasped her hand. She tried to pull it away but
he was too quick, taking it hard in his own. She relented. She walked with
him, following the swaying hips of Melissa.
It was a small bathroom. It adjoined MelissaÕs office. It had a sink
with gold fixtures. The toilet was pink porcelian, the walls were covered
with green tiles. There was a tub, pink like the toilet. Towels were
stacked along the far side of it, which formed a ledge big enough for a
person to sit on. Amidst the towels were fresh, unwrapped bars of soap
and bottles of scented oil. Curiously, there was also a small flower vase,
made of lead crystal. But instead of a rose or a bouquet in it, there was an
arrangement of colored condoms, formed in the shape of a nosegay of
flowers. The tub had no shower fixture above it.
ÒWould you two like to bathe together or separately?Ó Melissa
smiled. Julie looked anxiously at Jeff. Behind the veil of her cheap
WoolworthÕs perfume he could smell tacos.
ÒI- I took a bath this morning,Ó Julie protested.
ÒI did too,Ó Jeff told Melissa.
ÒYes of course you did,Ó Melissa smiled. ÒBut like I said, my clients
are quite particular. They expect excellence in everything. You will each
be changing into a uniform, so I think a quick bath is in order, donÕt you?Ó
ÒI- I suppose so,Ó Julie relented. Jeff squeezed her hand harder.
ÒWeÕll bathe together,Ó he said.
ÒOh!Ó Julie gasped. MelissaÕs eyes fell to the girlÕs. At the same
time her hand travelled along the countertop enclosing the sink. It was a
marble countertop, green like the tiled walls. There was a silver bell
sitting on the counter, next to the sink. She picked it up. She offered it to
Julie.
ÒRing for me if you need assistance,Ó she said to the girl. Julie took
the bell in the palm of her small hand. She looked at it. Melissa looked at
Jeff.
ÒAs you can see, the washroom is equipped for... entertainment,Ó
Melissa told Jeff. Without looking he knew of what she was speaking. The
oils, the bouquet of condoms. ÒHowever I expect you to be on your best
behavior,Ó Melissa told Jeff. He nodded. She looked at his crotch and saw
him bulging there. At the same moment Julie looked too. Her hand was
warm in his. ÒCan you conduct yourself properly in the presence of this
young lady?Ó Melissa asked Jeff.
ÒYes,Ó he said.
ÒOh I donÕt think--Ó Julie began.
ÒPlease,Ó Melissa said to the girl. ÒWe must move quickly. The boat
will be leaving soon. When youÕre finished with your bath IÕll give you
your uniforms.Ó
She turned and walked out of the washroom. At the door she said,
over her shoulder, to Julie, ÒIÕll be right next door in my office. Use the
bell if you need me.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Julie said.
ÒGreat,Ó Jeff smiled.
They undressed. Jeff tossed his clothes on the floor. Julie folded
hers and laid them on the counter next to the sink. There was a certain
urgency in their undressing, two teens left alone together, both of them
glancing at each other even as they pretended to avoid the nakedness of
the other.
Julie reached back behind herself and unsnapped her bra. Jeff sighed
as her tits fell free.
ÒDonÕt look,Ó Julie cautioned.
ÒYou neither, Jeff said, liberating his penis. Her eyes flicked toward
him. Stiffly he grazed her bare thigh.
ÒSorry,Ó Jeff said.
ÒOh my,Ó Julie gasped.
When Julie had removed her panties and Jeff had yanked his
underpants all the way off, they both realized that the tub was still
empty.
ÒI- IÕll fill it,Ó Julie offered. She turned and bent over the raised
side of the tub. ÒDonÕt look,Ó she called back to Jeff, as she inadvertently
mooned him.
ÒYeah,Ó Jeff, stiff as a rail, answered. She had a lovely boyish
bottom, with chubby cheeks and slender hips, still waiting to fill out. As
she plugged the drain and turned on the water she gazed back past her hips
at JeffÕs cock. A banana, full grown in the jungles of Brazil, wouldnÕt have
been any bigger.
ÒOh my,Ó Julie breathed. The water began to splash into the tub. She
checked the temperature of the water with her hand.
ÒYou have a lovely ass,Ó Jeff told Julie.
ÒYou- you have a nice penis,Ó Julie answered.
As the tub filled they stared at one another. Jeff looked at her high,
pefect breasts and she gazed frankly at his dick.
ÒIt will be fun going to a party,Ó Julie said shyly.
ÒYeah. On a boat,Ó Jeff agreed. She reached out and lightly touched
his cock. Immediately she drew her hand back, as if it had been bitten.
Jeff laughed. Julie blushed and extended her hand again. Her fingers
played along his length.
ÒYou shouldnÕt do that,Ó Jeff told her.
ÒI know,Ó Julie answered. Lightly he placed a hand on her belly. He
felt its flatness move as she breathed, her breasts rising and falling with
the air moving in and out of her lungs. He lifted his hand up over the ridge
of her ribs. She giggled. Her breasts wobbled fetchingly with her laugh.
Jeff seized them, both of them, suddenly. Julie let out a scream.
Melissa opened the door of the washroom. Jeff was kissing Julie,
hard, his body pressed close, his cock trapped between their young bellies.
ÒJeff! Julie!Ó Melissa cried. Abruptly the young man let go of the
girl.
ÒI- IÕm sorry,Ó Jeff said. Julie had tears in her eyes and was red-
faced, but her gaze fell to JeffÕs cock as he released her. It quivered just
out of reach of the vee of her legs. Her furred nest seemed to beckon to it,
soft and inward curving, a drop of moisture on it, apparently from JedÕs
penis, wetting the hairs. Behind them the bath water was threatening to
overflow the tub.
Without speaking, Melissa swept past the two teens and reached in
over the tub. She turned off the water as Jeff stole a look at her lovely
behind. Then, still leaning in over the tub, Melissa lifted up the pile of
towels on the far ledge. She exposed a paddle underneath them. It was
made of wood. Jeff gasped as she drew it out.
ÒYou two could have flooded my bathroom!Ó Melissa said to the two
youngsters. ÒPut your hands on your knees, both of you.Ó
ÒWh- why?Ó Julie managed to stammer. Jeff, reaching for her hand,
gripped it. Proudly he offered his cock to MelissaÕs gaze, stiff and almost
painful with his need.
ÒI want to fuck,Ó Jeff said bluntly.
ÒYou will do as you are told,Ó Melissa said to the young man. She
waved the paddle at him. ÒTurn around,Ó she said. ÒI am hiring you both to
work, not to fool around.Ó
Impishly Jeff turned himself so that his ass faced Melissa. Julie,
gasping, was forced by JeffÕs grip on her hand to turn also. Jeff bent
forward and put one hand on his left knee, while still clutching at JulieÕs
hand. In bending he dragged Julie down, forcing her to bend too. Her long
red hair fell down in front of her face and her breasts.
Whack! The paddle connected with JeffÕs behind. He let out a howl.
Julie was conscious of his big penis wobbling frantically about from the
blow of the paddle. The next moment her ass felt the paddleÕs sting. It
caused her to rise on her toes, her back straightening, her breasts jiggling
like twin peaks made of pudding.
ÒOhhhhhh!Ó Julie howled, as the paddle made her bottom dance a
quick jig.
Whack! Jeff felt the paddle again. This time he stood straight,
JulieÕs grip on his hand pulling him up a little even as the paddle made him
stand erect. His free hand flew back to his ass. Julie, beside him, rubbed
her bottom urgently. Melissa, standing behind the two teens, gazed at
JulieÕs reddened behind and JeffÕs, his with a big pair of balls hanging
down between his strong thighs.
ÒYou will not fuck. You will not hug and kiss each other. You will
bathe yourselves, quickly, so that we may go,Ó Melissa told the
youngsters. ÒSince you cannot be trusted I will remain here and watch.Ó
ÒYesss,Ó Jeff hissed. He spoke for both teens, for Julie had begun
softly crying.
ÒGet in the tub, both of you,Ó Melissa said. They obeyed. Sniffling,
Julie began to soap herself, sitting down in the tub as Jeff stood over her.
His cock quavered only inches away from her face. She glanced up at him.
The blush in her cheeks, on either side of her rosebud lips, deepened.
ÒJeff. Pick up a bar of soap and wash yourself,Ó Melissa ordered.
ÒBut I have to pee,Ó Jeff said.
ÒNo!Ó Julie cried. She leaned back away from his cock.
ÒNot in the tub,Ó Melissa told Jeff. She pointed to the condoms.
ÒPut on one of those,Ó she said. ÒI donÕt want you sneaking a piss when
you sit down in the water.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Jeff said. Still standing over Julie, who was now pressed
against the front of the tub, where the faucet pressed painfully into her
back, he reached down and pulled a condom free of the nosegay. He picked
up a bottle of scented oil and flipped open the top. Liberally he squirted
his rock-hard penis, JulieÕs big eyes watching from under her lovely loose
hair as he doused himself. Then he put the coin-sized condom against the
very front of his prick, against his pee hole, and began to unroll it over his
manhood. Julie and even Melissa watched, spellbound. When he was
finished Jeff tensed his behind. He gave Melissa a pained look.
ÒCan I wash quick?Ó he asked her. ÒI really do have to go.Ó
Melissa smiled. JeffÕs penis was encased in latex now and while he
might empty his balls in the condom, it was quite impossible for him to
empty his bladder.
ÒNow that you are safe, I want Julie to wash you,Ó Melissa told Jeff.
ÒShe will do a more thorough job than you would.Ó Julie let out a small
cry. The woman frowned and looked at the girl. ÒHow is your bottom?Ó
she snapped.
Julie sniffled and made a mewling sound, like an injured kitten. ÒIt
hurts,Ó Julie confessed, though she was at that moment sitting on it in the
warm water of the tub.
ÒGood,Ó Melissa said. ÒIt will hurt more if you donÕt obey me. Take
the soap and begin by washing JeffÕs balls.Ó A gasp from Julie. ÒThen his
ass,Ó Melissa continued, to another loud plaintive sigh from the girl.
ÒThen the rest of him. When youÕre finished with everything weÕll take off
his condom and you can wash his penis.Ó
ÒBut I donÕt want to!Ó Julie whined. She rubbed her soap along her
arm, chastely avoiding touching even the front of her chest.
ÒDo it!Ó Melissa shouted. She threatened the girl with the paddle.
Julie let out another cry and suddenly leaned forward and hugged JeffÕs
legs. The boy chuckled, his balls resting on the top of her head.
ÒDo as she says,Ó Jeff said softly. He stroked the girlÕs long red
hair, bending down and lifting it in his hand. ÒSheÕs right. WeÕre here to
obey, not to screw.Ó
ÒThatÕs the spirit,Ó Melissa, standing outside the tub, said. She
grinned at Jeff. ÒI knew I picked the right young man for the job.Ó Jeff
looked at Melissa, at her tits, at her slender gorgeous big-breasted figure.
ÒYouÕre lucky youÕre so beautiful,Ó he said to her. He tensed his
buttocks. ÒAnd I have to pee worse than ever.Ó
ÒSoon. Soon enough. Now you must wash,Ó Melissa cooed. ÒRemain
standing. I want to see you squirm as Julie worships you with her soap.Ó
Slowly the redhead trailed her hands up JeffÕs legs. When she
reached his balls, she held them and soaped them with a certain
undeniable lust. Jeff, meanwhile, tensed and released his buttocks, trying
hard to suppress the sense of fullness in his bladder. Julie soaped JeffÕs
condom-encased cock. The young man protested that it was a waste, that
he was just going to take off the condom as soon as she was finished, but
Melissa complimented the girl for her initiative.
ÒGood,Ó Melissa told Julie. ÒNow you are showing the spirit I desire.
Do the rest of him, including his cute little buns. DonÕt forget to poke your
finger between them. Boys do not always clean themselves properly
there.Ó
Strangely, Julie obeyed. She washed all of Jeff, standing up to do
his hair with shampoo. She even did JeffÕs butthole, kneeling behind him,
soaping her finger and probing it in his tight ass.
ÒOpen,Ó Julie whispered to Jeff, as she explored his bottom. He
grimaced and bore her intrusion.
ÒGood girl,Ó Melissa said, when Julie had finished. Then it was
JeffÕs turn to wash the redhead. He did it with relish, clutching at her
like an object, as if she were some kind of inflated doll. Julie whimpered
at his roughness and eagerness but bore his hands on her body as best she
could, looking at Melissa for support. The black-haired woman smiled.
Softly she held her paddle in her hands, ensuring that both youngsters
cleaned each other completely. When it came time for Jeff to do JulieÕs
bottom he prised open her cheeks with his hands and shoved his soaped
condom-covered cock at her butt. Julie screamed. She was standing in
front of Jeff. Her hands flew to the front wall of the tub. Lustily Jeff
held her and prodded her ass. Looking at Melissa, JulieÕs eyes begged the
woman to stop the young man.
The paddle flew. It connected with JeffÕs ass.
ÒThatÕs enough,Ó Melissa said. ÒYou may both rinse and get out now.Ó
Toweling themselves, they returned to her office. She had them put
their towels on her desk when they were finished. Sitting down, behind
her desk in a big leather chair, Melissa opened a drawer. It was a small
drawer, and Jeff and Julie looked wonderously as Melissa, reaching inside
it, said,
ÒHere are your uniforms.Ó She drew out a pair of Speedos. She
handed it to Jeff. Immediately he saw there was a problem.
ÒThereÕs a hole in the front of these!Ó Jeff said.
ÒYes. I donÕt wish for you to strain yourself inside them,Ó Melissa
told Jeff. ÒPut them on. LetÕs see how you look in them.Ó
Jeff obeyed. Melissa sat in her chair and watched him as Julie,
standing naked beside him, watched also. When Jeff was finished he
presented quite a sight: the Speedos covered his ass and stretched across
his narrow hips, a fine piece of nylon printed with the Brazilian flag. But
where the Speedos were to contain his penis, it instead stuck stiffly out
through the hole at the front.
ÒYes,Ó Melissa said. She picked up a ruler off her desk. She
beckoned Jeff close and measured him. ÒEight inches. Not bad for a young
man of 16.Ó
ÒCan-- can I have another condom?Ó Jeff asked. He looked down at
himself. He had just gotten the condom off himself in the bathroom,
where he was finally allowed to pee before returning to MelissaÕs office.
Now, despite the agony the other condom had given him, he wanted
something to cover his rude nakedness.
ÒNo,Ó Melissa said. ÒYou have a fine cock and my clients will wish
to admire it. One thing, however: if they touch you, please do not spurt in
their hand.Ó
ÒThis- this is stupid,Ó Jeff protested. He looked at Julie, his big
cock hanging out like a ripe garden cucumber.
ÒI like it,Ó Julie said sheepishly.
ÒYou will both be delicious,Ó Melissa said. She took a scissors out
of the drawer. Jeff looked startled. ÒTurn around, silly,Ó Melissa smiled.
He did as she asked, and she carefully cut away the back of his swimsuit.
Julie watched; she seemed mesmerized by it all, stroking the insides of
her thighs with her hands as Jeff, his big cock waggling archly in front of
him, endured the scissors. When she was finished cutting off the back off
JeffÕs swimsuit, Melissa went for his balls. These too were liberated
from the nylon, so that when she was finished only a slender strip ran
between JedÕs legs, back over his balls and up the crack of his ass. Where
the strip crossed his testicles, it bound them up, so that he looked like he
had two big walnuts between his legs. ÒAnd now for this,Ó Melissa said.
She drew a pink neckerchief out of her drawer. She gave it to Jeff. ÒTie it
around your neck,Ó she told him.
ÒIÕm not going to--!Ó Jeff balked.
ÒOh, do it!Ó Julie, watching with big wide eyes, giggled. So Jeff
adorned himself, making himself look like a Chippendale with his tiny
briefs that did nothing to hide his cock and his pink handkerchief around
his neck.
ÒIÕll give you boots in a minute,Ó Melissa told Jeff. ÒBut now itÕs
JulieÕs turn.Ó The redhead gulped. She blinked as Melissa drew out a small
pair of panties. They were hardly recognizable as such, at first glance,
being just a simple triangle of tiny black cloth with two spaghetti-thin
strings hanging from them. ÒThese are peekaboo panties, Melissa told the
young girl. She held the triangle so that it could be examined by her. The
triangle of cloth had sewn into it several extremely small bows. Julie,
reaching out and touching one of the bows, realized that a determined
lover could get the bow undone and, if freeing the others, could expose
what little the triangle covered, liberating the flap so that it hung down,
showing the hairs of her pussy.
ÒOh my!Ó Julie gasped.
ÒYes. Cute, arentÕ they?Ó Melissa smiled. ÒPut them on. TheyÕll
cover very little, but theyÕre better than nothing.Ó
Blushing, the girl stepped into the panties. She pulled them up her
legs. They were so miniscule that she did not get the triangle right at
first, covering a portion of her hip with the cloth, then pulling it so that it
centered itself over her pubis. It barely covered the hairs of her pussy.
Down below, between her legs, her sex lips were left free. A single string
ran through them, irritating her there, letting anyone who looked see the
lipped entrance to her vagina.
ÒYes,Ó Melissa said. ÒVery good.Ó The girl took a step in her panties.
The rubbing of the string between her lips caused her to gasp. Melissa
smiled. Jeff chuckled. In back, between the halves of MelissaÕs bottom,
the string crossing over her anus felt softer than that wedged between her
sex lips.
ÒYou are wearing a Mulierre,Ó Melissa told the redhead. ÒThe string
between your sex lips has been purposely roughened, so as to provide you
with noticeable stimulation when you walk. Sometimes girls your age are
excessively shy, as indeed you have been sometimes today. But with this
string running between your lips, you will quickly find yourself deep in the
throes of self-indulgence.Ó MelissaÕs smile broadened. ÒAnd an indulgent
girl is more ready to take the cock.Ó
ÒOhhhh!Ó Julie gasped, taking another step. Jeff chuckled at her
distress.
ÒSo we are to fuck, then?Ó Jeff asked Melissa, his cock frankly
displayed to her as he spoke. MelissaÕs high soft voice gave another cry as
she took yet another step.
ÒYou are to be waiters, just like the ad said, but what may come of
the evening is anyoneÕs guess,Ó Melissa told Jeff. ÒIf you wish to back out
for some reason now is the time to do it, for in half an hour you will be on
a boat and quite unable to leave.Ó
ÒNo,Ó Jeff said, eagerly displaying himself.
ÒN- Noooo,Ó Julie chimed, though she said the word, urgently, as she
took yet another step in her panties.
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jed drinks castor oil, serves people as his butt tightens with need to poop
whipped cream in julieÕs panites, along the butt crack and in front
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