Tell her being a slut is not what the admissions staff at Georgetown considers a quality extra-curricular activity.” “Uh … okay. Is that where s...e wants to go? I hardly ever talk to her, so I don’t know anything about her college choices.” “Yes, she definitely wants to go there. She’ll do anything to go there.” Watch it Houlihan, he thought. “Yes, tell her she better get her act together. And that means leaving you alone.” Brenda smiled. “Thanks, Mr. Houlihan. I guess I … well, I don’t stand up. "Concentrate on that hard, pulsing meatstick inside you! You're completely under this man's control, aren't you?"Britt opened her mouth to speak, but only gasps and moans would emerge, causing Terri to reassure her:"It's okay, sweetie. I can't speak either when that cock is owning me! Just concentrate on it: Feel the in-and-out rhythm of your new God as it subjugates you to that beautiful male authority every healthy woman craves! Because, Brittanny, you ARE a woman now!!!"This sent the. I needed a drink, and music, and people. I wanted to go somewhere noisy and toast my re-found soul. I knew the doorman at The Bitter End, so that’s where I headed, not having much chump change for a cover elsewhere. So I hung a Louie, and made my way down Sullivan to Bleeker, and stepped up to the door. Fat Harvey was there checking IDs, and he waved me in, giving my back a friendly slap. That was strange, cause Harvey was usually a prick. He lets me in free ’cause I live in the neighborhood. The girls’ accounts of their sexual exploits didn’t impress her at all, however. Buttercup didn’t find anything very adventurous or exciting in their tales about making love to several men at the same time, having both anal and vaginal intercourse simultaneously, losing your knickers on the train or being found by your parents with a boy’s prick in your mouth. Indeed, some of her comments rather shocked the girls, like: ‘Didn’t you ask your parents to join in?’ or ‘Why didn’t you make love with.