I turned the next page, my heart beating faster and faster as I read the— A shadow fell over the pages. I frowned and looked up to find Philippa Sanderson standing over me. She was a slender girl in a proper dress and not tight jeans and a crop top. It was a sundress, light and airy, the skirt swirling about her lithe legs in the gentle breeze. It was yellow and exotic adorned with white humming birds, little absences of color, negative space adorning her gown. Her black hair fell loose about her face, an errant strand fluttering against her cheek. She was petite, like me, graceful. “You're all alone, Christina,” she said, her voice melodic. “Not joining the... festivities inside?” I shrugged. “But it's your birthday,” Philippa said. “You shouldn't be back here.” “I'm happy being alone,” I said. “I'm not like my mothers japanese or sisters.” “Oh, should I go?” Philippa asked, shifting. Her hands played together before her as she squirmed. There was an anxious catch to her tone. “No, no, asian stay,” I said. There was something... appealing about her. The way she acted. Demure. I closed my book. “Sit.” She sat down beside me at once, adjusting her skirt. She wore sandals, her toenails painted a soft shade of pink. Her legs were oriental pale, calves toned from ballet. She had a light, sweet scent behind her, not a perfume, but maybe a body spray or her soap. A tingle started in my pussy, a certain idea crystallizing in my mind. She sat with such alacrity. “It's nice here, isn't it?” I asked her. She nodded her head. The two Megans were struggling to break free, but they were no match for oriental the undead monsters choking them. A cool sensation filled my body and mind as I silently thanked the heavens for creating such a beautiful man. Enjoying him creasing my face as his fingers softly tangled themselves in my hair, feeling his erection pressed against mine harder as the space between us grew thinner and thinner. "PERIOD??? That silky, delicious snatch spasmed around my shaft. “That should be interesting, asian I will connect up with you at the proper time then, and if I delay just come and get me exotic to leave with you.” I think we already got what we want! God, he was good. It was such a filthy thing to do. Her eyes and mouth opened wide in a silent scream and the belt struck her again, and again. So what's next? He grabbed her by the hips, holding her still while he pounded away. Pull out and shoot your load all japanese over my tits! Heather, just shook her head, as did Ethan. Accept this horror, embrace despair, drown in your suffering.” Oh my GOD I am CUMMING!” “Your legs are shaking.” She’s right. The wet sloppy noises filling up the room with my moans and his groans. I winked at her. “Keep your hands in front of you Sara, or I’ll show you your voice box.” I hissed.