He would always come first and then demand that I come too. He was mostly interested in himself.He always had to pick out my clothes and explain to m... how he wanted me to look. He liked me to be made up and liked me to wear very tight fitting clothes that were revealing. He liked showing me off. I always felt like an object or a very special trophy. He liked that his friends and co-workers thought I was very beautiful. It was important that I was hot looking. He wanted people to be. "I'd told him on the ride over how I seduced her friend Sean and left her with a used cock. He'd agreed to use that story to have me arrested for her."Yes she took my man and used his cock so often he had nothing left for me. I think she needs to be punished for her slut behavior can you help me do that?"So the evening continued as I was brought into Cindy's place and made to kneel on the floor with my hands still cuffed and the nightstick still wedged in my ass. Officer Bob and Cindy sat on. " Thanks." She's been bumming beer," the bartender said. "Does she do that often?" First time she's ever been around it ... Piper?"Unka Harry at the Antler."Sorry, our uncle must have thought he was being funny, we won't bring her back." Good idea ... since you're not getting in either." The door swung shut."Damn ... best pizza in town," I commented.A very tall, thin black guy with HUGE legs rode by on a very tall bike with monster knobby tires and yelled, "You haven't been to Karl Marx, They. Monica was in the throes of a hurricane of pleasure, her body was pervaded relentlessly by infinite contractions, now she no longer controlled it, every movement was dictated by the irrepressible excitement that was driving her crazy with a thousand emotions in unison.He stopped again a few moments of yet another interrupted orgasm, it seemed that the young man could feel her orgasm and what he was feeling, it was as if their minds were connected in one and he reacted to each new desire of her.