Vicki Quickie

You look Vicki over before turning back to the counselor. 'I wish that you'd forget about your daughter going to lunch with you today that everything is normal.' Turning from the spunk covered woman you smile at Vicki whose cheeks burn in shame, her slender thumb lodged in her tight ass. You can't help but notice that the blush doesn't stop at her cheeks but rather flushes through her entire body. And upon further inspection you note her nipples hard, and cunt lips damp. She's actually getting off on standing there, poking her ass and being inspected by a strange guy that just blew his cum all over her Mother.

"Get dressed and follow me." you command, Vicki fumbling one handed with the clothes and looking at her other arm then to you. "Yes you can remove your thumb from your ass. Wipe it off in your panties and toss'em in the waist basket there. You won't need'em for the next fifty minutes."

Quickly Vicki slips into her outfit, moving to take a step behind you as you lead her from the office. Looking around you wonder where would be best to sample this fine female. Finally you point to a side room sending out a silent wish 'I wish none would enter the copier room for the next hour.'

Slipping inside Vicki trembles looking upon you, the scented musk of her arousal hangs heavy in your senses. You look down at her pants, a very pronounced damp spot growing. From fright relieveing her bladder or from her pussy simply overflowing in pleasure. With a whimper and without a wish Vivki slumps to her knees, her hand fumbling with her clothes before suvccessfully claiming her hidden pussy with her fingers and looks to you. "Please. I don't know what you did back there or what you plan to do with me but please do it now!"

You look at Vicki wishing you could read her mind and almost collapse as your mind reels with one of Vickis memories playing quite vividly. Apparently the head coach of her graduating year was a bit of a sadist, he'd recruit a few of the more weaker girls from his classes and do his work upon them. Rope bondage, whipping, marking. The guy did it all and Vicki here has been out of touch for awhile. It's like a crack addict. Take away the supply and they can survive but when you just show them a little....

Now here you are in the sopier room, the counselors daughter on her knees viciously rubbing herself before you, her eyes filled with tears as pants escape her lips.

So what do you do?