”“I ... not like that.”“Like what?”“Like me being young and family?”“So. Later.”“College.”“There’s a lot of that. Too much I...think. I had friends who ... well, men were dicks to them too. I’d like to say I wasn’t, and maybe they don’t think men are always dicks. Women have to be so careful. Young women ... can be so vulnerable.”“And stupid.”“So you blame yourself?”“I was drunk. I let him invite himself in. Let him kiss me. When I said no, he called me a prick tease. I thought he was a nice guy,. But she was also leaking like a BP oil well. She felt good to be inside and I pumped at her while she called me every filthy name she could think of. Sheila straddled her and pushed her cunt to the old woman’s mouth.“Eat! Bitch!” she said. “Eat cunt!”It was too much for Margaret. She came hard and long and soon I was pumping my spunk up inside her.“I’m Cumming!” I cried. “I’m fucking cumming in this old whore!”Sheila threw her head back and screamed and Margaret was trying to cry out into. We got bored. When we made the decision we weren't going to go for two years, we graduated a whole year early and the idea of flying back and forth... ? We had no intention of learning to fly, we were just hauling Candy to Franklins so she could learn. Life makes funny squiggles out of carefully thought out and meticulous plans. We got squiggled. It's not our fault we don't suffer from inner ear imbalance. We're both gymnasts so flying through the air upside down twisting and turning doesn't. Daddy then had me stand up and move to the centre of the room then kneel once more, this time on a padded seat which he then bent me over the back ofand clipped my leash into the floor beneath it, leaving me totally exposed and vulnerable. I felt my thong being pulled to one side and something slowly easing into my sissy pussy and realized that Master was slowly pushing a plug into me, and I moaned like the slut I am when it was pushed all the way in. The next thing I felt was Master putting.