”Kate called the phone number Francine wrote down. “Hello Francine this is Kate.” “If you can pay $1,000 per month and do the dishes and be my...personal sex slave you can sleep in our bed.” “I ask Roger and he said he would like you to come here.” Francine said, “I will bring the money and be your personal sex slave and do anything you want me to do sexually or otherwise.” “I will never have sex with Roger without your permission.” “Can I come over today? Kate said, “We go to bed early because. .. 'They watched us have sex. They wanted me, like when I was dancing!' I thought. A fresh erotic surge filled my pussy. "Still want more?" he asked. "Oh yes!" I groaned "More!!!!" Three pairs of hands carressed me, running over my breasts, my tummy, thighs and pussy. I lay there on the bed writhing and groaning in incredible pleasure, his cum pouring out of my pussy being slid along my thighs by fingers of men I didn't even know. A pair of hands spread my legs and a face pressed. My breasts were swinging like pendulums and ripplinglike jelly. I was screaming into and bucking as he ravaged me. Hegrabbed onto my jiggling hips ad drove deeply into me canal. It didn'ttake him long to catch up to me, and soon enough he grunted and beganto cum himself. I felt his dick pulse and throb as he emptied his jizzinto me. I felt the hot semen spray inside my womb as he trembled andthrust one last time. When he pulled out I had to slap my legs togetherto keep the cum from oozing out. ..”“Yes, like that. I love it. If you weren’t so damned young, and I wasn’t so damned old, I’d buy another cookbook.”She laughed again. “I’m not a baby, Chuck. I turned twenty last month, in May, wow, time flies, and you’re probably about my Dad’s age. He’s NOT old, as you heard me tell him. Anyway, older men often aren’t pinheads ... Like Jeremy. We went out for a year, then I let him have my little gift, thinking he’d be around for a while. We had sex three or four more times, me thinking we.