When she had not moved, he moved his fingers down to her cleavage, rubbing a freckle on her left breast. Allie had sat frozen on the barstool. He had ...hen started to rub her dress over the area of her nipple until it poked out of her dress like a grape. Her fear at that point had become palpable but so had a feeling of immense anticipation. Soon Uglies Two and Three had come over to see what was going on. By this time, Ugly One fhad slipped his hand inside her top and was cupping and squeezing. So I flipped my slut over onto her stomach, grabbed her by the hips, lined up my shaft with her opening and plunged into that tight, wet slit. We both moaned loudly with pleasure as I buried myself deep inside of her. I made very long, very slow strokes enjoying the feel of her cunt muscles gripping down on every inch of my pole. Every time I was buried back to the hilt I would make a slow circular grind, eliciting little mewing sounds from my slut. “Do you like my pussy Master? Does my pussy. Besides, they excited him. Nasty could be very nice."And I can see your shaft throb from here," she said as she jammed a finger inside her as far as it would go. "Last night, your tongue was longer than my finger." Her hips started to move a little when she added another finger. "Thicker, too." She eyed his cock. "But not as long or as thick as your huge cock. How long is it? I know teenaged boys, so I know you've measured it." Just shy of eight inches." When you give me a psychic fuck, fashion. She wanted to end her life, and had it not been for Michael's early arrival ... well she didn't need to think about that. She needed to get on with her life, her life without Michael. With that act she lost the only man she ever loved. No, that wasn't right, she thought. It wasn't the suicide that drove Michael away, but her affair with Greg Moline. It wasn't really an affair. Greg just fucked her, an in exchange she got drugs and the degradation she seemed to crave.She stopped pacing and sat.