.." He held out the book to her.She took the book and said, "Thank you, and it's okay. It's sort of flattering that you'd even want to look, I guess."...The words tumbled from her lips before she thought better of them, and she realized that she'd leaned against the doorjamb, striking a flirty pose as well."They're great," the dark-haired man interjected."Dude," the blond scolded, and elbowed his friend.Some part of her — conscience, common sense, or something — screamed in her head. Oh no. Don't. He grabbed the ball gag, walked over to me, slapped me across the face and said, good sluts need to be keet quiet. Maybe this will teach you a lesson. Then he place the ball gag in my mouth and fastened it tightly around my head. He looked into my eyes and said, get use to this kind of treatment today whore, this is what you will be getting all day. Then he walked over, grabbed the riding crop and walked up behind me and started smacking my ass with the crop. The more he hit me, the more I. He asked, Does Mommy want her sons cock? His cock rubbed up and down my glistening pussy lips and I moaned, Oh God yes, please fuck Mommy. He smiled slightly, tapping his cock head on my clit, A good Mommy-slut can do better than that. My stocking-clad legs wrapping around him and pulling him in, I begged, Fuck your slut Mommy, son. Shove that huge fuck stick in Mommys wet cunt. Pound Mommy hard. His cock easily slid inside my inferno and I moaned loudly the instant he penetrated me, Oh yes,. As part of our wedding gift, I agreed to provide free "entertainment" at Steve's stag party. It was held in a small banquet room in the basement of a local restaurant, and there were 17 guys there including Mark. I wore a French maid’s outfit that had a sheer white top that showed off my big, dark nipples, and it had a very short skirt which made it very obvious that I wasn't wearing panties.For a while I just walked around bringing guys drinks and hors d'oeuvres, and as I did, they'd grab my.