.. they could set her afire with their skilled, pleasureable manipulations... drive her to act regardless of how debasing; she was truly his slave in ...ust... factually and willingly."All right, M'sieu'... I'm ready now... do whatever you damned pleased," she hissed down at him, as if they were engaging in some sort of contest of physical endurance."You pig," he spat at her in French, still he could not hold back his grin. "Bitch!" She was indeed his counterpart; presently, he was sorry he had. Then they talked about ‘making out’, what it would be like and then, the conversation turned to what a ‘real slut’ one of their schoolmates was.“Can you believe her?” said Stacy. “She walks around like a whore, shaking her tits, and bending over, so boys can stare at her ass!”"Like I did to the pizza guy?" Cindy grinned."You know what I mean!" said Stacy, "We might talk about being 'Sluts' and 'Whores', but she is always showing off her goodies."“Like this?” Cindy laughed. She stuck out her. Intha nilaimaiyil thirumanam aagiya en muthal kathaliyai paarkum pozhuthu enaku avalai mendum oru murai ooka vendum endru oru ennam manathil vara aarambithathu. Naan devi idam sirithu pesikonde irukum pozhuthu aval kanavan phone pesa sendru vitan.Antha tharunathil hey unoda mobile number irunthaal kodu endru keten? Aval oru nimidam ennai paarthu sirithaal yosithaal pinbu sari endru number koduthaal. Naanum number vangikonden, oru missed call koduthu enathu numberai save seithukola solinen.. ” He said.“But Mama…” I said.He didn’t let me finish because his hands touched my breasts and rubbed. He caressed each soft little nipple with his huge hands. He pinched and rolled them between fingers. I pressed back into him, returning his thick cock to my little ass. I was fully dressed but I would have died to have him inside me at that moment. Once again, Mama came out of the kitchen and walked down the hall toward my bathroom. Daddy made a hasty exit out my bedroom right before Mama.