You fucking like that slut? Like it rough when youre being fucked, hey slag. I recon you do. he shouted in my face. Oh yes, I love being punished, sla... my tits, slap what ever you like, just keep fucking my hard with your big cock, I shouted back. Ha, Ha, you fucking whore, youll get what you want, he replied, and on every thrust he slapped my tits to his rythum. My nipples were large and my tits red from the punishing ordeal. The women are urging him on, and shouting to fuck the bitch real. As a woman I enjoy good sex, so knowing a snap of my fingers can lead to many willing suitors queuing for the sheer pleasure of enjoying my willing flesh, does send a surge of heat through my loins, not to mention the sweet secretions from my most intimate of organs. I studied my nude form in the full length mirror, running my fingertips across my venous mound, soft and silky, freshly shaven, my clitoris swollen with naughty thoughts, I wondered if our overnight guest, was thinking the same, as. It was decided that each couple would raise money over the coming weeks, then the money would be collected and presented to the hospice. Jaq and myself were bouncing ideas off one another but nothing very original. The usual things were being done, such as tombola stalls and raffles, though they were raising a little bit of money but nothing significant.We attend the club on a fairly frequent basis, two or maybe three times a month, sometimes just to socialise and others to partake in sexy. They would chat a bit and she would do the same with Finn. Maybe more often with Finn.When Jen went to bring out the ice-cream makers and get the hot chocolate going, Pete followed her inside.“Hey, let me give you a hand.”He stood there, shifting his weight as she grabbed the equipment from the floor of the pantry. He wouldn’t look her in the eye as she passed them. Pete had worked as Cynthia’s driver and had been close to her. He grew up in an orphanage that she funded and, like her, didn’t.