I did kind of have to go and it would get me in the house. Maybe someone would help me?"Alright," she sighed.I was glad Jessie was human enough not to...deny me the use of a toilet.Jessie went right into the house without knocking."Jessie!" yelled a girl. It was Jenny from the cheerleading squad."You made it!" said Jasmine. She was a cheerleader too. "Who's he?" He" would be me."He's my brother's friend. He's going to use the bathroom and then go home." Jessie!" screamed Jordan. She ran up and. The sharp tang of his cologne mixed with faint traces of heated exertion and the distinctive undercurrent of my own involuntary arousal only made me want him more. His face was in shadow as usual, a strong light casting halos through his dark hair so I never managed to catch a glimpse of his features. I both hated and loved kneeling on my haunches for him. He always made me do things. Despicable things. Degrading acts solely for his own twisted amusement while I was tied up; a helpless pawn in. Women who follow them are never seen from again, although descriptions given of the ghostly girls appearance seem eerily similar to missing cases even after decades have passed.Deep dark woods are privy to accumulate sordid horror stories, especially when the nearest residents happen to be exceedingly vulnerable, thoroughly naked young adults dragged away from their familiar homes to stay in an alien environment surrounded by strangers. But their is good reason townsfolk don't wander the scant. OK, clean my prick. Suck it clean, Slut. Mom put him back in her mouth and cleaned his spent manhood. I bet now you would like me to eat that whore pussy of yours. Tell me what a slut you are. Tell me to eat your cunt. Beg me to eat you out. Still on her knees, Mom said, Yes, Im a dirty whore. I need to be fucked by anything with a cock. I need to be your fuck toy. Please eat me. I need it so bad. I want your mouth between my legs. I want to feel you bite my clit. Bite it hard. I need you to.