Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in LABORS OF LOVE Chapter Five There was no physical exam for this club. It was dangerous sex, with people heÕd never met, save the woman, once before. SheÕd been window shopping downtown and heÕd approached her, as Ginger lingered over sneakers, deciding between ones with ponies and ones with Smurfs. Ginger hadnÕt seen the woman. He was glad she hadnÕt. For he always felt a little concerned with her, as if he had to be careful, hold back, be responsible. He wanted to be wild. He felt like a stallion as he emerged from his shower, having bathed quickly, just enough to get GingerÕs juices off him, and already he was hard again. He struggled into his pants and loved the feel of his erection and how difficult it was to zip himself up. It was mid-day and heÕd fucked Ginger all night in her bed and then again this morning, up her cherried ass, her ass that only one man had taken, and sheÕd been pleasantly stoned when he did her, not like today, when she was fresh with the morning and very much awake. He wondered about her briefly, hoped sheÕd gotten the gag off her. Quickly he shaved and slapped on some aftershave. He got a shirt on and he hustled to his front door and jammed on his shoes. Within half an hour he was downtown, by the window where heÕd met the woman. His car was parked in a car garage nearby, owned by the store, and he hoped he could leave it there all night, for he knew he wouldnÕt be back Ôtil morning. SheÕd been very firm. No guests, no friends. Just him. HeÕd meet others at the place where she took him. He waited by the window outside the store where heÕd seen her, from inside, looking out past the mannikins as she looked in at them. Suddenly, for he was almost too late, and he would only have one chance, as sheÕd told him quite firmly, she appeared by the curb. In a Plymouth Prowler, its top down, her blonde hair streaming. She smiled, said nothing. He got into the car. She pressed a button and the top to the car slid up and closed over them. ÒHere, put this on,Ó she told him. She handed him a black cloth. ÒWhat is it?Ó he asked. ÒA blindfold. I canÕt let you know where youÕre going,Ó she said to him. She smiled at him and her face was bright as sunshine but she had dark lipstick and he saw her nails were colored purple. She wore a black dress that molded itself to her body and he felt a thrill of fear go down his back. ÒBut--Ó he said. ÒPut it on,Ó she said. ÒOr IÕll have to let you back out.Ó He wanted to reprove her, but he did not. Instead he put on the blindfold. Her windows were tinted and he hoped they were dark enough that no one could see his condition but her. ÒNow unzip yourself,Ó she said to him. ÒBut--?Ó he said. She waited. He heard her gunning the engine. He heard a car horn behind them honk. He gritted his teeth. He reached down, found his zipper with his fingers. He pulled it open. ÒNow pull yourself out,Ó she said. A car horn sounded behind them again. He reached into his underpants. He noticed his fingers were shaking. He was excited, nervous. He split the hole in his underpants, built in to assist him in urinating. He did not have to go to the bathroom, however. He reached in and pulled out his dick and it felt long and hard in his hands, and he relished the aching freedom he felt as he stabbed it into the air. ÒVery good,Ó she replied. He heard her yell ÒFuck You!Ó and imagined she might have rolled down her car window and given a finger to the impatient car behind them. Then she floored her car, and they sped into the traffic. She drove him someplace, he did not know where. She let him out of the car and he had to walk blindfolded, holding her hand, with no idea where he was, and his penis sticking nude and unprotected out of his pants. ÒDo you have to pee?Ó she asked him. It had been a fairly long drive and he admitted that he did. ÒFine,Ó she replied. She let go of his hand. She took hold of his torso, her fingers long and firm and loving, and she turned him. He felt leaves hit his penis. He flinched. He drew back. She moved him forward a little. ÒPee,Ó she told him. ÒPee into the bushes.Ó And not knowing who might be watching, or where he was, Chip peed into the foliage that rustled around his cock. He heard his pee tumble through the leaves and he leaned forward a little so that his stream was sure to miss his shoes. He heard a sound of liquid hitting bare earth. ÒVery good,Ó she said when he was done. She waited for him to drip a little, then turned him and took his hand again. He felt himself led up steps and then the air changed, became warmer, which he was grateful for, as she led him inside. He heard a door shut behind him. She led him through the building, and he still had no idea where he was, though he guessed it was a house. When they stopped walking she told him he could remove his blindfold. He did. His eyes blinked and he saw he was in a room with several other people. Two males, a few years older than he. Three females, including her, one a redhead, one a brunette, she the third, tossing back her blonde hair and beginning to undo her dress. There were laces in front, at the bosom. She untied them. Her bosoms fell out of her dress and hung in front of him like ripe gourds. She had lovely big red nipples and he felt and instant desire to suck them. The others began undressing. There was a plate with condoms arranged on it, already open, and it was passed around. The woman whoÕd picked him up, whose name he didnÕt know yet, took a condom for him from the plate and passed it to him. ÒHere, put this on,Ó she said. Her eyes were frank and she didnÕt smile at him now. He thrilled at her demeanor and took the condom from her. He had to struggle to get it over the head of his cock for his cock was big, almost too big for it, and she watched him, and her eyes were bright. ÒCouldnÕt we at least tell each other our names?Ó the brunette asked. She was the smallest and she had the smallest breasts also, but they were lovely and uptilted and they quivered nicely, for she seemed a little nervous. ÒWhat name would you like to give yourself?Ó the redhead asked. She had big plump breasts that were white as powder and her nipples were large and round and succulent and the tips stood up like little twin soldiers. Chip marvelled at how the three females all had different hair, just like the three heÕd met in the grope room. But these were different females, and the blonde seemed much more severe and the redhead oozed a level of experience that made him shudder, right down to his balls. Only the brunette seemed naive, like him. The men gazed at him, putting their condoms on, and he hoped neither of them were gay. He could fight them, he supposed, for he was as strong as they were, and perhaps the youngest, but he did not want to concern himself with fighting, particularly in place where he had no idea where he was, and when he was hard as a rock and needed to cum so badly. ÒUm, I donÕt know,Ó the brunette said. ÒCall me, well just call me by my name, Joanie. Is that okay?Ó ÒHave it your way,Ó the redhead replied. ÒCall me Rose, okay? That should get my attention, as long as I can remember what color my hair is.Ó ÒHow about you?Ó one man asked the other. ÒUh, I donÕt care. Just call me by my name, Dick. It should be easy enough to remember.Ó ÒWell IÕm Chip,Ó Chip said. ÒWhere the fuck are we?Ó ÒCanÕt say,Ó Dick replied. ÒThey blindfolded me.Ó ÒAnd me too,Ó Joanie said. Rose smiled at the remaining man. ÒIÕm Bill,Ó he said. He extended a hand to Chip. Chip shook his hand, their cocks dueling close as they shook. ÒIÕm Dick,Ó Dick said next to Chip. And Chip shook hands with Dick, and their cocks touched as they shook, but both men pretended to ignore it. ÒGreat game last night, huh?Ó Dick asked Chip. ÒI-- uh, I was busy, didnÕt see it,Ó Chip replied. A jar of lubricant was passed around. Each man used it to lather up his erection. The females finished undressing. ÒWell, are we ready?Ó the blonde, who still hadnÕt announced her name, asked. ÒSure,Ó Chip said. ÒOh, call me Farrah,Ó the blonde smirked. She slapped her thighs with her hands. Her large breasts swayed on her chest and Chip marvelled at their weight, their presence. She had a striking beauty. She was as tall as Chip and she had the look of an overdeveloped fashion model, one with long legs but breasts far too large to ever get her runway work. ÒAre we ready for the playroom?Ó she asked. Joanie giggled. ÒI donÕt think the men could get any readier,Ó she said quietly. ÒOkay, letÕs go then,Ó Farrah said. She walked to a door. They followed. Dick let out a whistle at the alluring way FarrahÕs bare bottom swung as she walked. ÒDonÕt get your hopes up,Ó Bill said to him. ÒAnything she does is okay with me,Ó Dick says. Chip felt a strange eagerness at being so unsure of his place, his status. With Ginger he was always the one who had to be responsible. But here, anything could happen, and he had a dark, forboding feeling that it would. He prayed heÕd survive it intact. The door swung open. Farrah stepped inside and flicked on a light. ÒCome on, folks. Playtime,Ó Farrah said. Joanie giggled nervously. Rose gave her a stern look and she contritely bit her lip. Rose placed a hand on the small of her back and pushed her through the open door. Chip, standing behind Joanie, saw her bottomcheeks tighten with fear the minute she entered the room. He stepped in behind her, Bill and Dick waiting by the door, then entering behind him and closing it. ChipÕs eyes blinked. He felt his own asscheeks clench and he knew they had good reason to. Standing in front of him, with a giant bed beyond them, where pleasure must surely wait, were three wooden trestles. The bed beyond was sumptuous with fine linen sheets and a drawn-down coverlet, neatly folded, with brass bedposts. But the trestles were bare and wooden and they each had a worn leather cushion tied across the top of them. The legs of the trestles were scarred where a whip must have missed its mark, and Chip wondered how many people had been tied over the trestles and beaten. Lying on the floor in front of the trestles was a whip. Farrah bent, showing them her lovely white bottom, and picked it up. She flicked her wrist and it went slicing through the air. It gave a loud ÔSNAP!Õ as it reached its farthest point and then it dropped snakelike to the floor. Farrah drew it back to herself. Chip watched as JoanieÕs bottom, round and pert and small like she was, shivered in front of him. Beside each trestle was an I.V. pole, and an enema bag hung from each one, its tubing neatly coiled, the end of each tube already gleaming with grease. And below each trestle, forcing anyone who walked up to it to spread their legs, was a wide-mouthed porcelian bowl. ÒCome, Joanie, donÕt make me force you,Ó Farrah said. She walked over to the girl and took her hand and Rose pushed her from behind. ÒBut I thought we were just going to have sex!Ó Joanie blurted. Resolutely, not answering her question, the two women walked Joanie to the trestle and gently bent her over it. The girl begged not to be whipped but she was not recalcitrant. Instead, looking like she could barely stand, for her thin legs shook visibly, she let herself be tied facedown over the trestle. It was tall for her and she had to stand a little on tip-toe. The women adjusted her, then Farrah bent and tied her wrists to the legs of the trestle in front while Rose bound her legs to the legs in back. Necessarily Joanie had been required to part her legs as she was put before the trestle and she stood with them in a wide vee, avoiding the pot at her feet. ÒPee for me, Joanie,Ó Farrah said to her when sheÕd finished tying the girl. ÒOh, I canÕt!Ó Joanie pleaded. ÒI canÕt just pee in front of everyone!Ó ÒAlright,Ó Farrah said. ÒI can help you get over your inhibitions.Ó Farrah stepped back and drew the long whip across her palm. She was slow, deliberate. Joanie begged to be let up. Farrah said nothing, merely watched her bottom, its anxious quiverings, its tensings, releasings, then new tensings, like a predator studying a fawn or a doe it planned to attack. FarrahÕs bottom was white, her legs brown, her torso, bending away, brown also. All of her was tanned but her bottom, and it shone starkly in the room, like a rising moon on an autumn night. ÒI do have to pee,Ó Farrah said. She went to the trestle beside Joanie and picked up a pot and walked back with it some distance and then set it down on the floor. She crouched down over it. She spread her pussy lips with her fingers, wearing just her heels, still holding the whip in her other hand. Chip watched her pee suddenly spring forth from her dell and it fell splashing into the porcelain pot and he knew, whatever happened to him, heÕd made a wonderful decision coming here, where he would be with women who were real, no-nonsense women, not simpering little girls like Ginger. ÒThere. That should hold me for awhile,Ó Farrah said when she was done. She straightened her legs. She didnÕt bother to get anything to wipe herself with. She shook her fingers that had held herself open. Droplets of pee flew off her fingers. She smiled at Chip. ÒGod, what a cock you have,Ó she said. Then she looked at Rose. ÒDo you have to pee?Ó she asked. ÒI guess so,Ó Rose replied. She went and fetched the other bowl and everyone waited while she relieved herself. When she was done she walked up to Chip and she ran her fingers through his hairy chest. ÒI like you,Ó she breathed. ChipÕs penis bumped against her belly as she stroked his well-developed chest and Chip felt a deep longing to plunge himself into the woman. ÒIÕll take you to bed,Ó he offered. ÒNot yet,Ó she breathed. She squealed as she drew away from him for his cock wiggled thickly as she stepped back. She batted its lubricated surface once with one of her hands, then smiled at him and walked over to Farrah. ÒDonÕt keep him waiting too long. HeÕs awfully young,Ó she said. ÒI wonÕt,Ó Farrah replied. ÒJust let me whip Joanie, make her pee, get an enema tube up her. Then IÕll do him and then weÕll all go to bed.Ó Chip blanched. The trestle? For him? He felt his white buns bunch up behind him and he knew he wouldnÕt fight it. Farrah was too sexy, too alluring. Yet he didnÕt want to be humiliated like that in front of the other men! He glanced at Bill. ÒDonÕt worry, she wonÕt whip too hard,Ó Bill answered. ÒKeeps you stiff.Ó ÒIÕm already stiff!Ó Chip protested. And he was. YEOOOOCH! A female voice suddenly screamed. JoanieÕs head flew up as the whip came smacking down across her bare, lily-white bottom. ÒThatÕs for not coming the last time we invited you,Ó Farrah growled at her in a high-pitched, riot grrrl voice. ÒBut I had a moooodeling appearance to make!Ó Joanie cried. ÒNo excuses!Ó Farrah said. She whacked the girl again with her whip and Joanie let out a howl as Chip watched a second red streak form on the girlÕs perfect white bottom. ÒOh, please! ThatÕs enough!Ó Joanie pleaded. ÒNonsense. WeÕve barely started,Ó Farrah said. ÒHow high can you count?Ó ÒVery high, to infinity!Ó Joanie responded. Her hips wriggled and her bottomcheeks churned and she tried very hard to close her legs but they were wide apart, tied to the legs of the trestle. ÒThen thatÕs how high weÕre going!Ó Farrah crowed, and let the whip fly again. Chip had risen to the rank of Sergeant in the Army. HeÕd learned to command, to lead, to control. But there was a burden in command, and as Farrah, her blonde hair tickling him, tumbling over him and tickling him, tied him down, over the trestle, he felt the burden of command being lifted from his shoulders. She made him dance for her. He couldnÕt use his legs. They were tied. He could only use his ass. And thatÕs what she wanted to see, his clenching, wriggling bare buns as she flayed them slowly with the whip. ChipÕs balls danced between his legs as she cracked the whip smartly across his ass. They looked like twin nuts in a high, taut sac. They bulged with his seed and Farrah was reminded of coconuts up high in a tree during a windstorm. His penis delighted her most. It was full and hard and he had to keep his ass jutted high to prevent rubbing himself on the trestleÕs cushion and cumming. She had warned him that there was a long night ahead. She expected much of him, and he would not be spared any of her demands if he came prematurely. ÒAugh!Ó Chip howled. The whip made his ass burn like fire and he worried that its tail would catch him between his legs. Yet, to keep his penis from bumping against the trestle, he was forced to stick his ass as high as he could in the air, thus exposing his balls even more. They swung forcefully beneath him every time the whip struck. It was as if they were taunting Farrah, and he prayed she wouldnÕt take offense at them. When Chip first met Farrah, window shopping, sheÕd promised him ÒComplete sexual freedom. But with your hands tied, of course.Ó SheÕd whispered the words. HeÕd been shocked. Then her hand had lightly touched his. Then sheÕd curled her small finger around his wrist. And now he was here! And his flaming ass could barely stand the whip and he could feel his huge, swollen penis jabbing and bouncing beneath him, and his aching balls, and he knew there was freedom in this, complete freedom for his loins, though his arms and his legs were tied. Dangling beside Chip was the insidious enema tube. He glanced over at it, wriggling his butt at Farrah, and he wondered how he could ever manage to take a whole bag of fluid up inside his butt. He had a Small butt, he told himself! He couldnÕt possibly take all that fucking fluid up inside his buns. But the whip cracked across him again and as his ass strained and flexed, he knew he would have to. When heÕd been filled and emptied and had his face washed to take the sweat from his eyes, the women put him to bed. And then they climbed in. And between the three of them, with the men helping to keep him under control, they put him to work. In the grope room, Chip had been master, of a sort, for the three women there were soft and loving, and he could have thrown them off him if he wished. Here, he was held down by the men and he had no options. Farrah and Rose worked him hardest, and they paid no attention to his wishes. They used him like they might use a horse, riding him to exhaustion. He was made to ejacultate and then they expected more. And more. Because they kept him always wrapped in a condom, he never had the satisfaction of shooting and feeling himself fill them up. Each ejaculation was somehow a matter of shame, for the women would simply remove the used condom and pop a new one on him, and expect him to harden right away again for their pleasure. When the womenÕs pleasure was sated, they put little Joanie on him. She showed him as little mercy as they, for theyÕd kept her in reserve, making her wait. Desperately she mounted him and she expected a good ride, and he was forced to give it to her. She reminded him of Ginger but he was glad she wasnÕt Ginger, for he had worried in the grope room about GingerÕs bottom. Here, lovely as Joanie might be, he knew she wasnÕt his, and never would be, and so he could fuck her without any distractions or worries. As soon as heÕd come, her lover took her, and he fucked her up her small as and Chip cared not a whit. Chip was forced to ride home in FarrahÕs Prowler with his ass on his hands. He tried to sit on just the edges of his hands, but she took a bumpy road, a road he hadnÕt remembered before, and every bump made his butt jar down against the leather seat of her Prowler and sent a spasm of pain through his tush. ÒOW! OW! OW! I donÕt remember this road!Ó Chip groaned. ÒI only take bad boys on this road,Ó Farrah replied. ÒBad? I mustÕve cum ten times in you,Ó Chip protested. ÒHmmm. Average, in my opinion. IÕll bet a 15-year-old could do it more,Ó she said in a soft, speculative voice. ÒI-M NOT 15!-!Ó Chip said as his butt hit the seat three times in rapid succession. ÒI know, youÕre just an old dog,Ó Farrah laughed. ÒHowÕs your dick feel?Ó ÒI donÕt think I have one anymore,Ó Chip replied. They rolled onto smoother asphalt and he wondered where he was and eventually the car came to a stop. She pulled off his blindfold. They were in the center of the city again. ÒHereÕs your car. Get out, sweetie,Ó she told him. ÒGod Damn! Could I have your phone number?Ó he asked her. ÒNope.Ó She smiled. ÒPlease?Ó Chip asked. ÒSorry, hun. ItÕs bye-bye time,Ó she said. She lifted a soft manicured hand and folded it and gave him a little wave. Chip grunted, he got himself gamely out of the car, trying not to brush his ass against the seat. His trousers moved under his bottom, sending new spasms of pain through him. ÒWas I?Ó Chip asked, standing in the street now, bending in and looking at her worriedly. He was afraid, despite all his efforts, he had somehow failed her. ÒDarling, you were the best. But they donÕt call me the Blonde Widow for nothing,Ó she purred. ÒBye!Ó And then she reached across and pulled the door shut. As he stood looking, she floored the gas petal, and he was forced to jump back away from the car lest he lose his toes. The Plymouth darted into the night. In a moment it was gone. Chip was left standing in an empty street, his ass burning, his dick someplace inside his pants, his balls loose and achy. ÒHey man, you got a dollar?Ó a hispanic voice asked him. ÒI donÕt have a damn fucking thing except a raw ass,Ó Chip muttered. He pushed past a ragged figure. ÒJust a dollar, man,Ó the voice whined. ÒBeware. IÕve got a radioactive butt,Ó Chip told him. ÒRadioACTIVE, man?Ó the figure asked. ÒYeah. I was in the Army. Raw ass syndrome.Ó ÒOh, sorry man,Ó the voice said, and the figure was gone without Chip even knowing where it had stolen away to. Easing himself into his car, he started it, and he drove away. ÒI wasnÕt able to sit for a WEEK after you fucked my bottom!Ó the impish voice said. ÒHmmmm?Ó Chip looked up from a bowl of cereal. There was a big pitcher of Kool-Aid sitting on the table. He was at GingerÕs again, but her parents were out for the day, and sheÕd invited him over to share a late breakfast with her. Ginger plopped a big white pillow on the chair set aside for herself. She was wearing a simple pink top with no sleeves, like a manÕs sleeveless undershirt. SheÕd neglected to wear a bra and her young breasts poked pertly into her shirt. It hugged her, molding itself over her tits. Chip saw that her nipples were erect beneath the pink cotton. Ginger plumped the pillow and then turned her bottom to it. The chair was high for her, with the pillow on it, and she stood on tip toe. Then she tried to sit down but immediately she bounced upright again. ÒOh!Ó she announced. She was wearing only white panties and her hands flew to her bottom and rubbed it briskly. ÒIt STILL hurts!Ó she told Chip. ÒSorry,Ó Chip replied. He chewed his cereal. It was Captain Crunch and it complained loudly as he mashed the cereal in his mouth. ÒI promise never to fuck you in your ass again,Ó he told her. ÒWell, you donÕt have to be THAT sorry,Ó Ginger told him. ÒJust do it more gently next time. And DONÕT leave me lying in my bed all by myself with my bra tied around my mouth!Ó She sat down on her pillow and let out a giant sigh. ÒDid you know that some boy came by, and he rang the doorbell? And I had to go downstairs and open the door. And I still had my bra tied around my mouth!Ó ÒMy God!Ó Chip exploded. ÒYou did WHAT?Ó Ginger picked up her spoon and ladled a spoonful of Captain Crunch into her mouth. ÒI told you to buy Lucky Charms,Ó she said with a pout. ÒWait a minute. You answered the door and you had your bra tied around your mouth?!Ó Chip insisted. ÒWell, itÕs not my fault. You tied it on me,Ó she said. ÒWhat in GodÕs name were you wearing?Ó ÒNothing,Ó she said. ÒI just peeked around the door, you know, just my head, but of course ÔwearingÕ my bra, with my panties stuffed in my mouth.Ó ÒAnd you talked to that fucking kid like that?Ó Chip roared. He couldnÕt even eat his cereal now. He threw down his spoon. GingerÕs small figure grew shivery still under his glare. ÒOf course,Ó she said in a small voice. ÒExcept, you know, I couldnÕt say anything.Ó ÒAnd then what happened?Ó Chip demanded. ÒI invited him in with my finger and he came inside and he very NICELY untied my bra for me. And he said I smelled kinda funny.Ó ÒOhhhh, JEEEEZ!Ó Chip grimaced. He fell back in his chair. He wondered why he wasnÕt in leg irons already. ÒWell, you donÕt have to worry,Ó she said. ÒBecause heÕs always liked me, and IÕm not stupid, you know. I told him he could have sex with me if he wanted to, and he said he did, and I took him upstairs. And he asked why my bed was all messed up and I told him not to worry, that IÕd been practising just for him!Ó ÒAnd so then what happened?Ó Chip asked. ÒI had sex with him, silly. It was his first time, of course,Ó she said. She stirred her cereal with her spoon and took another mouthful and looked up at him with wide eyes. ÒGood God! YouÕre a slut!Ó he said to her. She giggled. ÒYouÕll believe anything,Ó she muttered. ÒWhat? YouÕve been pulling my leg?Ó he asked her. ÒWhen I havenÕt been getting it stuffed up my ass,Ó she said. She gave him a rueful glance. ÒI should put your bare little bottom over my knee right now and whack it good and hard!Ó he told her. ÒWhy? ÔCause youÕre stupid and will believe anything?Ó she asked him. ÒIÕm 12, not 3. I think sometimes you think IÕm 3 or something. No girl on this whole block would have anything to do with that fatso, especially me. Can we ride in your Camaro when weÕre done eating?Ó ÒSure, if you can stand sitting down,Ó he said. And he leapt up and she darted off her chair and he chased her, and somewhere behind the sofa he caught her, and the next minute her white panties went flying and he had her all to himself, and her lovely ass, and he spanked her until she almost threw up her breakfast.Ó ÒThat wasnÕt very nice,Ó she said to him later, upstairs, with her standing at her bathroom mirror. And her bottom was still red from his hand and it enthralled him to look at her small, clenching cheeks, and he remembered Joanie. But this wasnÕt some other manÕs girl, this was His girl, and he loved her darling little bottom and he wanted to thrust himself inside her and feel himself pumping hotly within her tight little cheeks but he knew the time wasnÕt right. ÒPut something on. I canÕt drive you around bare ass naked,Ó he said to her. ÒBut youÕd like to, wouldnÕt you?Ó she asked. She combed her soft brown hair and then, as he watched, she put ribbons in it, giving herself two pigtails. ÒIÕd like to take you away and make you my little slave and keep you forever, but I donÕt have the money,Ó he told her. ÒIÕm not little,Ó she replied. ÒAnyways, I have too many stuffed animals for all of them to fit in your car, so thatÕs out of the question.Ó ÒYou know, I think we left your panties downstairs,Ó he said. She considered. ÒGo get them,Ó she told him. ÒMom doesnÕt like it when I leave my underwear lying around the house.Ó ÒOkay,Ó he said. And he went downstairs and by the time he came back with her panties she was standing in the doorway to her bedroom, dressed in a frilly white blouse, with a bra underneath, and tight jeans that molded themselves to her legs and her ass. She was popping open a Pixie Stick and as he approached her she lofted her head back and opened her mouth and sprinkled cherry Pixie Stick dust all over her tongue. ÒSugarÕs not good for your teeth,Ó he told her. ÒTheyÕre my teeth,Ó she replied. ÒWell, IÕm going to buy you some sugarless candy today and I expect you to eat it because IÕm not going to date Miss Cavity,Ó he said to her. ÒDonÕt worry. I wonÕt get cavities. I have strong teeth,Ó she said. He took her downstairs and they argued all the way down the stairs. 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