A good story could always make you think you were there. But it was more than that. The old man and lady watched Diane through the one way glass. They...had expected this, but not as soon. They had expected Diane to eventually realise what was wrong, but it had happened ahead of schedule. She was definitely the right girl.They watched as Diane leafed through the papers. She was hardly reading them, it was more as if she was remembering them. And maybe, she was.Diane knew who they would meet,. I studied myself, feeling brazen and sluttish as my nudity was so fucking obvious, I even undid a vital button at my crotch, noting I was exposing my vagina whenever I turned and moved. My heart pounded as I resisted the temptation to redo it, I wanted him to see it was undone, and in doing so, would fit into another one of his theories, namely that, 'All women are fucking sluts', I smiled again, God he certainly has touched a raw nerve and got me down-pat, my breathing had quickened again,. The chap fucking my pussy increased his speed and was soon filling my pussy with more come. This left me free to suck more vigorously on the cock in my mouth as I wanted him to come in my mouth again. However he had other ideas and just when I thought he was about to come he eased his cock out of my mouth. I looked at him in disgust but he just smiled at me and moved round to behind me. He wanted to fuck me properly. I remained on all fours waiting for him to shove his cock into my pussy, but I. I backed away to take a breath and asked if he liked the way his slut sucked his cock. He called me a badass little white whore, and asked if I'd like this dick on the regular.....of course I said yes. He pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing me passionately, I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, pulling him close, feeling his big cock throbbing against me. He told me how good I felt, and told me I was now his bitch. He moved up my body and slid his cock back into my.