"Keep fucking me!" That's right!" The director yelled. "Say it out loud! Tell me what sluts you two are!" You're right!" Miranda moaned. "It's true! I...can't even go a day without cock anymore! I'm just a fucking bitch now! So, fuck me, please!". . . And feminism marches on . . .Anyway, Miranda and Jennette were still getting pounded hard. Miranda moaned in both pain and pleasure as her two holes were pumped even harder and faster. This was as good as it gets! Miranda, overcome with lust, called. I dragged my stupid day-glo yellow trolley up Scummingham Hill, toward the dreaded Scummingham council estate. I prayed no one would remember me from my one attempt at stripping, which had ended with the most humiliating night of my life. So far.At least at this time in the morning there was little chance of any of the useless chav bitches being out of bed (the dole office wouldn't open for an hour, so they wouldn't be roaming the streets in their 'onesies' and fake ugg boots for a while yet).. Knowing me as he did, he asked me if Iwas going to go over and let Robbie fuck my shavedmarried little pussy with his big hard cock and pump hisfertile cum in my unprotected ovulating pussy. “Isn’tRobbie the guy that you said had a cock the size of abeer bottle and could fuck your tight pussy for hourswhen you were teenagers?” I replied, “Yes, that’s the guy. He has a cock as bigaround as a beer bottle and just as long and can fuckfor hours. But if I decide to go. The other two guys and I walked along towards our camp spot talking, when we got there they were already inside and she was getting beers out of the fridge, bending over in an exaggerated pose, I knew then that we were here for more than beer when I saw her flirty posturing in front of them.They sat on the bed at the rear and one of the guys saw a stack of photos on the counter and asked if he could take a look at them, I said sure, they were photos of her nude or in lingerie, in all sorts of.