..again.Begrudgingly I had to admit that I looked hot. I also knew that I couldgo with any man who wanted me that night, as long as he paid me, as Iwa... a whore. It was my punishment for disobedience. I reached up tobrush my blonde hair, and I could see my fluorescent pink nails on eachfinger. I didn't just look like a whore, and I looked like a totalbimbo whore, a fucktoy...for hire. It was apparent to even the casualobserver that I was available... which was the plan.My total appearance just. She reached down and steadied it. The slit of her toy had a large, deep slit. Julian poked his tongue in the slit, and reached deep. It tasted salty. "Mmmmmm good. deeper. Mmmmmm that's it," she said as her toy was lengthening. Julian's tongue was deep in the tip of Bailey's mushroom head, and he began to tongue-fuck her slit. Pushing foward, relaxing, pushing, relaxing. This was something he had dreamt of, but never found a dildo that had a convincing slit. As it turned out, he was pretty good. The next bit is pretty easy, on Friday at the local pub after a few drinks we were in a group of four girls, me, Fay, Lisa who's also bi and Leslie and the topic of conversation soon came round to sex so after the normal chat I mentioned to Fay that me and Lisa were bi and the look of surprise was soon replaced by lots of questions which to me meant she definitely wanted to try sex with a woman so when we were alone I asked her, she looked a bit embarrassed at the question and said she didn't. Looking back at today alone, he remembered a score of little pranks on the deserving: flipped-up skirts and stolen panties for a group of rude girls, an unexpected orgasm for a woman who was screaming at someone from a picket line, and in a moment of rare opportunity and inspiration, a fat woman had been explaining to her friend why “skinny bitches” needed to stop flaunting themselves and men needed to get over them and date “real women” when suddenly, inexplicably, all the seams on her.