He laughs and says no, and that he still is going to pay me for that. He tells me to follow him. I do and he leads me into his wreck room.I recognize ...he table immediately. I he looks at me again and gives me the same evil smile and asks if it looks familiar. I say yeah. He orders me to strip, I hesitate but he holds up the tape, so I do as I am told, and he says, "Good, now get on your knees bitch!"I ask, "What?" and he reminds me of the tape. I comply and get on my knees. He walks up to me. I hated all the stuck up girls like Morgan. She was the worst of the snooty bitches because she was a cheerleader, a senior, and was always on the arm of some jock. I wished there was something I could do about it.There was something I could do about it. Did I dare use it? If I used it on Morgan, what would her friends think about her then? I had to do it.I asked my mom to ask Brianna's mom if it was okay if Brianna stayed at our house for a weekend slumber party with Evelyn. Brianna's mom. Both girls wore stockings; Eve’s attached to a suspender belt, whilst Sabrina’s were fishnet hold-ups.They started with some very tame shots, the girls sat in their lingerie with their backs to the wall, staring out of the window, purposely looking bored and disinterested. A few more of them appearing to fasten and unfasten each other’s bras or suspender belts. Then, in a moment when Thorn was changing the roll of film in his camera, Sabrina leaned in close to Eve’s ear.“Wanna know what I did. I sat on my sister’s slender flat belly and slapped her breasts left and right with increasing force until she showed me her tears and begged me for respite whilst she recovered her equilibrium and licked her erect nipples to sooth away the pain.I took the opportunity to flip her over and spear her brown eye with my punishing dick. It slid inside her sphincter like a sharp knife in butter. I sank deeper and deeper until my balls slapped her drenched quim with splashes of female juice and my.