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"Yes, Miss Kennedy." And she was gone.
I fell back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Adriana Velasco. The social worker assigned to her case. The fat young Mexican woman whose scrupulous politeness had never managed to obscure how much contempt she had for Craig and my Christian values. She would be only too happy to turn me into the government as a child molester, which was what I was. A simple birthday couldn't change that. The pit in my stomach returned, and I curled into a fetal position and sobbed.
Eventually, however, I caught a whiff of Miss Kennedy's fluids in my hair, and I sighed. She had said it, I would do it. I crawled out of her bed, turned around and remade it, and reluctantly began my day.
- COMMENTS
hanna_a4 months agoI'm not into humiliation and all - but once I was in that story I had to concede it is so very well written that I even found this action interesting and hot - and even almost believable.
Anonymous4 months agohot story. my dick is pushing against my trousers. I want Miss Kennedy to treat me like her little bitch and drown me in her sweet pussy cum time and again and to make me jack off, cum and eat my own cum from the floor or from her cunt
uhgo5 months agoYou have to continue, you write well, your stories deserve a beginning, a middle and an end. But based on your history, I don't see that happening.
Pappasleaze5 months agoThis was a very good mommy daughter story. I hope that you will do at least a second part so that we will know what the social worker says and does. I figure Rachel already has Adriana under her control. also want to see what her plan is. 5/5 stars from me.
