I felt ashamed. How could I have let myself enjoy what this man was doing to me? I felt so dirty. I felt like a filthy street whore. I grabbed his han... trying to make him stop. He just smiled at me. He knew I came."You're a nasty little girl aren't cha'... you should be ashamed of yourself," he said while smirking and laughing.He was right. I was so ashamed I covered my face with my hands and started crying. I was still tingling from my forced orgasm and the cold rain hitting my body didn't. Joanna gasped as she came, momentarily losing control of her bladder and voiding a small quantity of urine. Too excited to care, Angela continued to torment the woman's labia until she climaxed a second time. Dropping down beside her, Joanna kissed her ardently, tasting traces of her own juices. Her fingers foraged between Angela labia and started to stir up her enthusiasm once more."I have to go," Angela protested but her hand had other ideas as it sought sanctuary amongst Joanna's tangled. We amused each other with tales of our conquests, but from the first moment I had met his best friend Tess he had been determined she would not be one of mine. Things is, she wasn’t as sweet and innocent as he would like to think. I knew she didn’t go out on the pull like Mark or I did, but she didn’t mind being pulled even just for a one nighter. Except if it was me, apparently. This whole scenario was outside my usual routine as well, which was probably why I was quite so pissed off she. There is one other point that disturbs me a bit. You told meway back at the beginning of this that you weren’t concerned about me becoming too enamored with Frank and causing any problems between us. However, you also said that Frank was the one in danger of….well, caring too much for me. You didn’t say ‘falling in love with me,’ but that, I think, is what you meant. Anyhow, Saturday night, Frank said several things that made me wonder and I tried to cool things off a bit. I don’t want him to.