:: Tell her you can't go with her. {"position":"430,150"} <><><>"[[Rachel]]," [[you|You]] say, "I'm desperately sorry, but I can't go with you tonight." "What!? What do you mean!?" she demands. You think quickly. "Mr. Anderson doesn't want me going out tonight," you say. Rachel stops dead in her tracks. "Well, all right then. But I'd better not find out you're lying to me. I guess we can make it a quickie. Go lie down on your back on the lawn." She points over to an illuminated area right in front of the dining room window. You obey her, lying down on the grass in front of the window, acutely aware that you could probably be observed by everybody in the dining room. You're a little worried about getting grass stains on your outfit, but you certainly don't plan to disobey Rachel any more than you already have. Rachel approaches you, planting her feet on either side of your head, so she's facing your feet. You have no choice but to look directly up her skirt, but the shadows prevent you from seeing anything. She hikes up her skirt, allowing you to see that she isn't wearing underwear. She must be aroused because you can definitely smell her pussy, even though it's still a couple of feet away. The smell becomes more powerful as she lowers herself into a kneeling position until she's planted on your face with your mouth covered by her pussy and your nose poking into her asshole. "What do you want?" she snaps. "An engraved invitation? Lick my pussy, cunt!" You don't really have a good angle for anything except sticking your tongue straight into her vagina so that's what you do. You're surprised again at how good she tastes and smells. Your mind fogs over with lust and you lose yourself in what you're doing. She actively moves her hips, apparently with the goal of marking her territory by covering as much of your face as possible with her copious juices. <>She reaches under your <>shirt<><>shirt and bra<><>dress and bra<><>top<> and grabs your nipple rings, twisting and turning them. You wince with every tug, almost afraid she'll pull them out.<> She shifts forward so her anus is right above your mouth. "Rim me," she orders. <>You've never rimmed anyone before and find the order rather distasteful, but with her sitting on your face and her powerful thighs surrounding your head, you don't even think about disobeying. Plus, your mind is too lust-befogged to do anything but obey anyway. You snake your tongue into her asshole, idly noting that she obviously bleaches it.<>You eagerly stick your tongue in her ass, idly noting the obviously bleaches her anal area.<> She pushes down on you, squeezing her sphincter muscles around your tongue. "Deeper!" she commands. You push your tongue in as far as it will go.<><> She places a hand on your sternum and begins strumming her clit with her other hand. You try to keep your tongue planted in her ass as she pushes herself up and down, landing harder on your face each time until you're afraid she's going to miscalculate and break your nose. When she comes, she lets out a high keening noise, seating herself firmly on your face. Your tongue is as deep inside as her as it will go and she clamps down hard on it as she orgasms. When she's done, she relaxes, covering your mouth with her pussy and your nose with her ass so you begin to have some difficulty breathing. Right when you feel like you might have to push her off of you, she stands up, allowing you to gasp for breath. She looks down at you and holds her foot over your face, presenting her heel to your mouth. <>Remembering how she humiliated you two days ago, you suck on her heel again without being told.<>You stare up at it and Rachel says, "Suck it, bitch." Afraid of what she'll do if you don't, you submissively suck on her heel.<> When she's satisfied with your show of submission, she walks off, gets into the car, and drives away. You pick yourself up and walk slowly back into the mansion. [[Go to dinner.|Go to Wednesday Dinner]]