She thinks I sound like a slut! “Andrew, move your tongue over my clit, honey. Please, baby, stop teasing me. I need you to… Oh, yeah, that’s it... THAT’S IT!! AHHHH!” She stopped talking and started screaming. I could have hung up the phone and opened the window and still heard her. I wasn’t far behind. I had been teasing myself with my fingers, never quite touching the really sensitive part. But when I heard Donnie go off, I had to follow. I rubbed myself off, circling around and around my. The gesture is comforting in an odd way. The solace is fleeting, however, when I feel rough hands turn me over, and begin shredding my clothes until I have nothing covering me but whatever it is that has blocked out the light so effectively. I continue to struggle, but Im quickly running out of steam, and its fruitless anyway. At least, I know what they want, maybe if I dont put up too much of a fight I will make it easier on myself. Completely nude, I feel the first set of hands on my breast,. Or the same tentacle might become a cat-o-nine tail, whipping and smacking my tender ass while I stood tottering, fucking myself as he propped me up by the phalluses he had driven inside of me.He could piston more than one arm inside of me, fitting three or four tendrils in each hole, shrinking, expanding, and spiraling each round and round, spinning me around on these spindles as I rode him like a sorority girl on a mechanical bull.His feelers could grip, pinching my nipples as hard as any. I turned the corner and no it was that big busted girl, the one with the long blonde hair, what's her name, Bridget, that's right Bridget. She was lighting up a fag herself, stunt her growth it will, but by looking at her it was already too late for that, nice full figure she had. She hadn't seen or heard me yet and didn't until I was standing right behind her, she was concentrating on the doorway and not behind her."Yes Miss, can I help you," I said loudly from right behind her."What!" she.