I guess Big Daddy fucked me when we got home, that makes sense though.I flushed the toilet and decided to freshen up my makeup and brush my teeth befo...e crawling back into bed. My mouth definitely tasted like weed, wine, and cock.I must have woken them up because they were both starting to stir when I crawled back into bed."Good morning Big Daddy," I whispered into his ear before nibbling on his earlobe.I kissed him on his ear, then cheek, then neck, then chest, and so on until I found my way. I mumbled that I've never had a cock before, not really sure what to say. That's when they walked over to me and guided my into the weight room. There was a bench-press station in the middle of the room and they ordered me to lay down on it. I laid face up and Steve knelt down and began stroking my cock. It was like having it put into a light socket, electric, my body shivered and quaked and I let out a groan. He started licking my balls while he stroked, I couldn't control myself as I wiggled. Rodolfo didn't have nothin' to do with it. You got a problem, talk to Bubba McBride. Got that? SHE took HIM down. Looks to me that she can take care of herself."But I wasn't buying it. Not for a minute. "Just leave her alone," were my parting words to "Rodolfo". Fag name. Black son-of-a-bitch fag, trying to fish in my pond!I had to get calmed down before I went home, otherwise my old man would step in and I didn't want that. Maybe I did. Have to think about that.I went to the Cheerleaders. Grey pretended to be making notes on Simon as he slipped one to Karen under the desk. I want to explore the guilt-association again Karen it read but you must do what I ask without question. Is that OK? Karen nodded, her face recovering from the shock of Simon’s revelation and showing that the cologne had not allowed her sexual arousal to dwindle. If anything, Grey noted, her face had a new edge. She may not be feeling guilt thanks to her addiction but there was a definite, if subtle, look of.