"So what?", she asked, shrugging. "If it's that invitation you were waiting for, the one to that party where your boss decides about promotions and wh... is allowed into the inner circle of leadership, then I guess it's normal to have some dress codes and the like." It's not that. Not only", replied Oscar. "For starters: You are invited too. Your presence is compulsory."Megan smiled. "Of course I help you, darling!"Oscar still stared at the letter."Yes, well…", he started, and searched for. I couldn't think straight and the bed strained to stay together from the brutal pounding I was getting. He kept going and going, he was relentless. Debbie was now sitting on the floor, next to the bed, watching and coaching."Fuck that little whore!" she said loudly.He grabbed my hair and yanked my upper body straight up, my neck pulled back."Bang her baby.. bang her," Debbie said.He was showing my pussy no mercy, no mercy what so ever."BABY.. BABY.. FUCK ME!" I screamed. "FUCK ME!Now the box. Can you blame me? Mason was completely professional with me to my disappointment. I couldn't lie to myself. I liked being taken advantage of. I liked being called a slut and getting fucked like one. I loved sex, period. I felt no shame or guilt, only desire to be taken like I was with Alana and James. I wished Mason would pay more attention to me. I wished he would look at me like a play-thing for him to use whenever he wanted. I loved that idea, but even when I flirted with him, he either. I have something that you might like. He pulled his finger out of my butt, and leaned over and reached into his pack. He pulled out a jar and opened it. Sticking his fingers in it he twisted them around and pulled them out. He fingers were covered in grease as he reached over and said to hold your butt open. As I reached back and spread my cheeks apart, Robert pushed his finger in me. He wiggled his finger as he twisted his hand around. Then he pulled it out. He said to take a deep breath, as I.