I would tell him how big he was how I could feel his spunky knob almost up to my belly. Ron would tell me what a dirty little slut I was and he would ...tick a finger up my bum, I know he wanted to have me there I just wondered if I could take it. I wouldn’t let him spunk up me when we had to go back to the office and would suck his slimy cock until he shot off in my mouth. I never swallowed it all I would let some drip from the corners of my mouth so he could see. Jon was panting and touching. It seemed like her whole life had been sort of a "fuck-or-walk from a yacht two miles from shore." She didn't have that much objection to the men she'd had sex with so much as it never seemed to be her choice.As a teenager, her parents had been enamored with their young youth minister at their church. They were the ones who had seemed to pick him out. They had taken the initiative of getting them together. They invited him over to dinner every Sunday evening. They were the ones who kept putting. " As I'm finishing work I get a text from Naomi. "Still good for tonight Hun? Is Simone definitely coming? If so, can you ask her what she's wearing?" "Yes, we'll be there. Simone is wearing something sexy but bar appropriate!" I text back. "Awesome!" comes the reply, then another text beeps. "I'll wear the same. Hope you're dressing the same? I'm looking forward to seeing you both dressed sexy." "I always dress sexy when I come out with you," I text back. Forty-five minutes later I'm home.. Tell her that you want to be her sexual pet.”“Oh, God, yes! I want to belong to you, Maya! I want to be your pet, your little sex toy. I want to please you and let you do whatever you want to me.”Martin got close to my ear and started saying decadent things. “You love feeling like a little slut, don’t you? You want to serve Maya and me sexually and be our toy to use and abuse, don’t you? You love being forced to cum hard and often, don’t you?”“Yes! Yes! Fuck, yes!” I screamed as my orgasm came.