He was known as Candy Pants since that first day.I don’t think he liked the name all that much, which was another problem with nicknames. Once you�...ve got one, you’re stuck with it forever. If you yell and complain, you just look like a pussy, and people will call you by the nickname even more. Once you have a nickname, you just have to live with it, good or bad.“Leave him alone, Candy Pants!” I said.Candy Pants shoved Bo against the lockers again and turned to advance on me, but before he could. . He needs to own up and..." Right as he said it hesaw Clay flip Jill onto the couch and began to thrust his cock into herwith vigor. Jill shouted out a string of expletives and moans as Claycontinually pressed deeper and deeper."Oh my Santa, it's working!" Jilly said as she looked down at the Elf-Phone. Kip also looked down and saw the warning from his phone disappear,and for the first time in an hour he finally felt relief. "Oh, Santa, he'sreally giving it to her. I think she's already. The cogs are turning, building my character, creating the setting. A girl, a slut – a blonde bombshell with a voracious sexual appetite. A man-eater. "Yes…"A coherent storyline is emerging. Not only that, a tingle of arousal is tickling my sex. Getting to my feet, I hastily unbutton my work clothes. My shirt flaps open and, unbelted, my trousers slide down my legs. A few shimmies later, I'm standing in bra and panties. The set is practical – plain black cotton – not sexy. I strip and reach. As soon as she was in position, Linda put her ring gag into her mouth and strapped it onto her. Tracy hated this thing, but had no other choice but to take it all the way down her throat. She had learned how to breathe through her nose, so it wasn’t as bad as the first time.Christina’s voice snapped her back into the world as she said, “Now cunt, get on your feet and bend over!”Tracy couldn’t say anything, so just did what she was told. Once she was bent over, she felt a large butt plug going.