I looked down at my body and could see that whore and slut and fucktoy had been written all over my body. I couldn’t see it then, but later I would ...ead painslut backwards in the mirror as I examined my swollen, red and purple ass.The slimy stuff was– as I had feared– cum. I don’t know where they had gotten a gallon or so of cum. The sixty members of the North Thirty couldn’t have come up with that much– no pun intended– so they must have required all of the men in their territory to make a. “How’d I do?” She asked, leaning over the rail. He pecked her on the lips. “Great, baby.” Dasha pouted, “Be honest with me, I need to know what to work on for the junior states next week.”“Well, your landing on the second double axel was a little weak,” he said. “But you can work on it tomorrow, I made dinner reservations at 6:30 and it is 6 now. Go change and I’ll meet you outside.” Dasha walked to the dressing room and took of her skates. She put on a pair of leggings over her leotard, which. My balls slapped against Amélie's ass with each wild thrust and my teeth playfully bit her nipples.For her part, Amélie wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs squeezed even tighter around my waist, her fingernails beginning to scratch at my thankfully shirt covered back. Her body wiggled against mine and the sounds of our sex and the scent of her sopping wet cunt filled the air of the room. Our bodies collided with abandon as we fucked like animals, my hands taking hold of her tits as my. A glimpse of stocking top is visible at the slit up the back, and sitting down, bending over or stretching up it becomes very clear that I'm wearing stockings and not tights. Then on with the sandals. I strut around in front of the mirror. I look great, sexy high heels, sexy short dress, sexy long legs. With the heels I'll probably be a couple of inches shorter than Steve, which is nice. I feel 100% woman. I get the food ready, a bit of a rush but finally everything is finished 10 minutes.