After the ribbing I took from some of my friends about the way my chesthas developed, I haven't been hanging around with them as much. WheneverI was w...th them I was always trying to hide the shape of my chest and Icould see that they were glancing at me and I could guess what they werethinking about, so I gradually stopped hanging around with them atschool or meeting them at the mall or places like that.I was afraid that Dad would be upset when I dropped out of thecompetitions, but surprisingly. I really didn’t want to spend the night thinking about cheating on Gary so I stopped off at the video rental place and picked up a couple Disney films that we could watch with Tammy. I still couldn’t get Amber’s suggestion out of my head and I think I was still feeling a little guilty when Gary came home that night. I’m not sure if he picked up on it or not, but he was a little quiet all evening. Everything changed when it came time to watch the movies I had picked up. I popped some popcorn. I am Angique's girl. That thought makes my blood surge. My body and soul are Angique's. She is the woman I need to call Mistress. I cannot live without her anymore. She is the woman who watches me as I try to please her. The woman I convince myself of watching me through the overhead mirror. Giant cocks ravage my body and take me to climax. Angique watches me. I smile widely upwards into the mirrored ceiling. Fat splashes of sperm hit my face.I know this is my world. My world is right".Giselle. Tied to the bed by the cotton cords there was little John could do to assist these young girls in reaching their orgasms except try to respond in rhythm as best he could to their thrusts. John let his gaze wander up and he realized Christy’s hands were behind Naomi’s head. John was amazed at what he saw. Could they really be? John realized the two girls were kissing and making out above him as their hips and pussies ground against his body. John’s arms desperately pulled at the ropes now.