You arrive at the lounge early and hide in the wardrobe, Phoebe in tow this time.
"You were supposed to meet us last night," she whispers angrily.
"Something came up. You'll see what it is in an hour or so; I promise you, it'll be worth it."
"An hour!? I'm not waiting that long."
"Well, go then. You'll be missing a great show, though."
Her curiousity wins out in the end and she stays with you.
80 minutes later...
and Miss Stoller show up, both wearing identical school uniforms, though Stoller's looks a little small for her.
"As you requested, I'm not wearing panties. Listen, I really don't think you're being reasonable about this," Stoller says nervously.
"Show me."
"Wh-what?"
"Show me, Millicent. Lift up the front of your skirt and show me."
"Oh my god," Phoebe whispers as Stoller exposes her pussy to the mostly empty room. Phoebe hikes up her skirt and places your hand against her pussy; she's not wearing panities, either.
"Good girl, Millicent," continues. "Now here's another choice for you. The strap-on - I'm already wearing it, by the way - has been cleaned, but I haven't had time to lubricate it. So you can either take it without lubrication, or you can kneel before me and apply lubricant to it yourself."
Miss Stoller kneels in front of , who holds up the front of her skirt. "I don't want to get hurt... um... where's the lubrication?"
"Oh, you'll be applying it orally... Now be a good girl and start sucking. It's okay; it's clean."
Miss Stoller tenderly takes the phallus in her fingertips, brings her mouth close to it, and looks up at 's face.
"Go on," urges, excitedly.
Stoller holds it, takes a deep breath, and slowly lowers her mouth on to it. pets her hair and she begins working it in and out of her mouth, slobbering and sucking on it. It only takes a minute or so for Miss Stoller to break away.
"I think it's as wet as it's going to get."
Your hand is covering Phoebe's mouth. She moans softly into it as you continue fingering her pussy. |