He could ruin my life if I didn't keep my promise. I felt like crying. But oddly enough I was also hard, just thinking about it. I took a shower and l...y down on the bed. I took a hand mirror, pulled my legs back as far as I could and looked at my ass. It was still stretched and loose from the poundings Carl had given it the night before. I slid my finger in, and it was sore and swollen. But it felt good, in a weird way. For the first time in this whole ordeal, I thought about how I was always. She also complemented Alana on her eyes marvelous huge tits, and long legs. As we drank more wine and shared a joint over desert, Alana loosened up and asked to see the rest of my tattoos as only some of my arm and leg tattoos showed because of my clothing, I immediately took off my shirt and pants, and stood there in a lacy thong with my slowly rising cock sticking out of the top for Alana to look. She was initially stunned at the lingerie and my piercings, but soon got over that and asked. Brooke felt her face red, her chin and chest covered in spit, and her throat more opened up than she had planned, but didn’t care one bit as he aggressively pulled her tights off exposing her soft ass he now seemed obsessed with. A powerful smack echoed in the room and made her moan out but before she could rationalize what happened another hit filled the room. Both cheeks stung as he bent her over the bed holding her at the base of the neck and back. His feet kicked hers apart putting her into. "Is it all right for me and Rich to get it on at night? You're not like doing bed checks, are you?" Amber!" Rich howled. "Please!" Rich, you've been gone for a month. I've got needs, too, you know." Amber, look," I said, coming to Rich's rescue. "I'm not your daddy. That didn't come out right. I'm not your guardian. Nobody here is going to criticize you for getting it on with Rich. We aren't babysitters. But, you know the rules. You memorized them before prom. I remember you reciting them as we.