My first name is really Charlotte, but I hate it, so everyone just calls me Charlie…’ ‘Well that’s just ridiculous,’ said Mr Danvers. ‘Ch...rlie is a man’s name. You’re not a man.’ ‘Well, yes, I think we’ve established that,’ said Charlie, unable to resist. ‘Can’t have girls running around with men’s names.’ He ignored her comment. ‘Be awfully impractical. Cause mass confusion everywhere. See what happened today? No, it will not do at all. I shall call you Charlotte from now on, I think.’ . And she was surprised herself when she got on all fours and licked her own cum off the floor.“You really are such a slut,” he told her, Getting down with his phone camera to get a close-up of her face as she licked her own cum off the floor. He zipped himself up and walked out.Stunned by what had happened, she realized it took her to a new level sluttiness. She still hated George and Peter, but she did love sucking their cocks.The rest of the day she thought about how used she had felt. She was. Like rock hard inside my sister’s pussy who now began to grind against me. Slowly gyrating. “I’m still hard” I said dumbly in disbelief.“Well I may have had something to do with that.” She smirked, her eyes closed and her hands still on my chest. “What do you mean?” I asked naively. “Ssshhhh” she held her index finger against my lips as her hips began to bounce again, faster this time. “Just enjoy this brother, don’t worry about finishing first.”My inner gears clicked together and I realised. I masturbated myself stupid. (Though it would be a few days before I learned that word.) Wave after wave of delicous dizziness washed over me! That was my first orgasm! I flipped through the magazine, drinking in all the wicked pictures, and had two more orgasms before I heard Tommy's voice downstairs ask if anybody was at home.I tried to cram the magazines back, but one fell back on the bed, and I grabbed it and ran for my room before Tommy could catch me. I locked my door and took the.