..___________________________________ That Night I Went to my room and forgot my room was donated to Bitch Breanna and she sat up and said "What are y...u doing" then i said "getting my clothes so i can leave" i grabbed my clothes and left the bitches den, but before i could leave i heard her give a long sigh i told my self " dont get involved" But i found out i already turned around and said "whats wrong" More sarcastic then she though But she didnt pick up on it and said "everything" i sat down. " As he moves away from my ear he grabs a handful of my hair starts to pull backwards while at the same time he thrusts he cock deep into my ass. This causes my head to be tilted upward. As the words register in my mind a bright light is shoved in my face and the guys that came in earlier are asking me if I love getting my ass fuck. Other guys are adding comments like "this bitch likes getting fuck", "he is moaning like a bitch in heat", and "get picture of erect dick and tell me he doesn't. "We'll work out details later. I'm sure you can meet him in your cocktail dress which you can wear to the party. But, yes, he'll eventually see you naked. You might as well get used to that, you little slut."Shortly thereafter, they went to Dr Clem's rooms, and Jo was shown into an empty consulting room. A few minutes later, the 50-year old, slightly greying psychiatrist came in and introduced himself. The little charade about choosing the couch then followed, and Jo soon found herself aroused. “Oh, fuck. That feels amazing.” Carla groaned, “More.” I looked down to see Jane staring at my cock in this girl’s ass, while her tongue probed her pussy. She caught my gaze and looked at me dreamily. “That looks so fucking hot.” she said. “You’re sure you’re cool with this?” I asked. “I’m fucking loving it,” she grinned, her face wet with Carla’s pussy juice. “Bet you can’t believe it. I can’t. Go on, fuck her ass.” “Oh God, yes, fuck my ass.” Carla called out from Jane’s pussy. I didn’t need.