I listen to the squelching of my pussy and to him breathing. With the way he is fucking me, I start to push back on him, trying to match his rhythem.... He sees that I am enjoying this and he starts to hit me harder. It’s both painful and good at the same time. I hear myself making noises, pain and pleasure. He says to me, “I like hearing you talk whore.” He grabs me by my arms pulling me up, I am still facing away from him, and now I have no way of supporting myself or to push back on him. . She had on Walmart-cheap, dirty white shoes. And her empty eyes looked at him as he came up to her."I order you to do as I say, but still act like yourself. You will not try to alert anyone. You will not try to run away. You will answer all my questions. Understand?" Yes master," she answered meekly.He blinked, and took a breath."Why'd you call me that?" he asked her, putting his hands on his hips."Mr. H says that's what the boys like. And if I don't he hurts me," she said, barely looking up at. "Yes, ma'am?" he asked. "I have made a mess, scum, and you know you are supposed to keep my house clean," she explained. I started to get nervous. She had all but said that she understood my lines, and now she seemed to be flaunting them at me. I really did not want to end up punching him, or dumping her. Thankfully, she slid off me, grabbed him, and dragged him to the far corner of the bed. She sat on the bed and slid half way to me before she spread her legs and directed him. His eyes took in. She liked our flavor and asked whether we were interested on girls also. Natalie was home alone as her parents were abroad and he grandparents were at a relative’s place for a few days.She asked us to go on the top room. We all entered and sat on the bed. The girls offered to do a striptease and a small show of their lesbian skills. They removed their underwear and gave us to smell though we were all 16 they had immense boobs and tight pussy. Their panties had the. Smell of urine and squirt.