* * * * *Finally, it was time to go. Marty was changing in his hotel room, whileAmber helped me switch from my gown to the simple white cotton dress ...would be wearing on the flight to Bermuda. I don't know where Cathy was,but Jim was with her. I kept on the "fancy" underwear I'd worn under mygown, off-white silk and satin bustier, frilly white thong, and matchinggarter belt; white stockings, too. I planned to let Marty take thosethings off me when we got to our room.It suddenly occurred to. We had found an old abandoned house right on the edge of an avocado grove; it had a mattress on the floor of the living room. Since the first week of school, we made it a point to stop there every day and we would have sex. It was safe, it was out of the way, and we thought no one knew about it. Boy were we wrong it was fall, and still nice out. The way my dad was I was raised to wear only dresses and skirts (no pants or short were ever allowed) So by choice, I was one of the few girls that. Then looked closely at her pussy, she made out the words, “Sarah’s Cunt.” “Fucking bitch,” she muttered again. Rifling through the drawers, she pulled out a washcloth, soaped it up and began scrubbing at the words written on her body, but nothing was coming off. The rough rubbing of her tits and pussy, caused her nipples stiffen, and as she felt her pussy lips swell as she was trying to hold back the rising humiliation and embarrassment she was feeling. As she was coming to the realization. This was ownership, she fucking belonged to me. I shoved the bitch to her knees and dropped my pants and my boxers. I allowed them to fall to my ankles and I used her head as a crutch to step out of them. Alright slut, suck my cock good, and I might keep you as my personal fuck and suck toy. She quickly filled her hungry mouth with my throbbing hard cock. She licked and slurped my cock as if her next meal depended on it. It felt so fucking good, without thinking I rammed my cock deep in her.