"With tears rolling down her face Amy unbuttoned her white cotton blouse from the bottom up. Once unbuttoned it fell open revealing her bra. Mr. Rigma...ten pulled the shirt off her and threw it aside before reaching up and unclasping Amy’s bra. The bra fell down onto their conjoined crotches and Mr. Belusi filmed Amy’s now exposed tits and erect nipples. "You can ride me again slut," Mr. Rigmatten said in what sounded more like an order. Mr. Belusi filmed Amy’s face as she squeezed her eyes shut. He snorted. "Yeah. What a hairball that date turned out to be." He shook his head at the memory."What's the matter? Didn't get lucky?" I probably shouldn't have said it, but he deserved anything that was coming down the tube at him.He gave a short, humorless bray of derisive laughter. "Not with what's-her-face." Angelina," I reminded him."Yeah. Angelina. Big tits, high morals, dried-up cunt." He shook his head as he remembered that night. "What a fuckin' waste of time and money she turned out. I told him, “No,” and he replied in the same vein when I returned the question.“In that case,” David said, “let’s go upstairs to your room this time and get fucking.”We went to my room where we both got undressed and I lay down on my bed, spread-eagled. David climbed on to the bed with me and beginning to suck on my tits and finger my pussy, getting me very, very wet and aching for his hard cock.He stopped just long enough to put on a condom and went back to fondling me before pushing his. Rebecca cocks her head. Will they?Dave starts walking away, so George starts backing up to trail him.They will, he smiles.After dinner, waiting for desert. Rebecca swirls the wine in her glass.What did you think about last night?I look at her, raise an eyebrow.It was hot, Rebecca. Really hot. She’s got another peasant dress on again, this time black, again off the shoulder. Which is also hot.I thought so, too, she says. She sips the last of her wine.Want to go find those guys again?I don’t.