But my little head took over and I asked her first for one date and then more.I knew from the word around that even though I was screwing her each tim... we got together, there were others in between our dates. I didn’t really care, I was getting what I wanted. How much I was hooked on her wasn’t apparent until she disappeared for a while.When she came back, something had changed besides her bigger tits. She was a lot easier to get dates with because not so many guys were trying, and she was not. Several of us continued engaging the damn Kluckers for several more minutes before we nailed four of the seven and the rest came out with their hands up. Was that all of the hooded mofos, or was this some kind of trick? Or, like many other terrorists and bullies, were they simply cowards who couldn’t take even minor resistance without backing off or backing down? Well, I supposed that we were about to find out.“Don’t shoot ... we surrender!” one of the last three put up his hands as Tara ripped. Bending over knowing my ass is going to be on show and even letting my dress or skirt blow up and not pushing it back down are just some of the things I do.When it’s guys I know, I like to do all of that and more. Letting my breast slip out of my dress, flashing them in restaurants by ‘mistake’, having my knees bent and by my chest so that they can just see my pussy, I will admit I have fucked a few of my friends, it’s impossible not to when I am so turned on and so are they when I start. . so turned on by how big of a slut I was. “I enjoyed getting my throat fucked and I loved swallowing every drop of your cum, sir.”“That's right. Tell me how big of a whore you are, boy.”“I am a worthless little bitch... an obedient fucktoy,” I said and my master laughed. Then, he pulled down his jeans and boxers.“You can express your gratitude by licking my ass.”He turned around and bent over. I was slow to start, so he pulled my hair and just shoved my face in between his shaven buttcheeks. I.