Just as she sat up Hunter walked in. “What’s going on?” Carrie asked. “We have a test, come downstairs into the library.” “A test?” Carr...e hopped from the bed and brushed her hair, then she put on her lipstick. “I hope it isn’t hard,” Hunter was saying. “I never was any good at tests.” “You’ll do great.” Carrie encouraged her as she pulled the door closed behind them. This would be a piece of cake, Carrie had always been a great test taker, and an excellent student. They reached the library and. I nodded. “Well we’ll see you get plenty to remember about us fucking you today for when you are fucking your wimp husband”. “Lay down on the ground and open your legs so there is more room for the two of them” said the bigger boy. I did as he asked, spreading my legs wide as the dogs tongues followed my cunt closely. “No, pull your legs up and stretch them wide” he ordered. This allowed the dog’s tongues to slide right along my pussy channel. The other boy was busy with the camera phone again. The results of her math reminded her that a girl really needed to love getting fucked in order to work for Harry, because nobody got rich but him, no matter how often a girl let herself get fucked by the disgusting looking band of sleazeball males he used so effectively and profitably in his flicks. He knew that regular guys loved to watch a gorgeous chick get nailed by a bunch of ugly losers who, in real life, would never be able to get a piece of her tail. This was Harrys porn version of the. If he’d had to watch her sitting at the bar again, enticing some other poor guy with her incredible body then he wasn’t certain he wouldn’t have done something stupid, like try to warn him off or more likely punch his lights out, bad move all round. Besides, if she wasn’t here tonight then maybe last night had been a one off, the image of her with a different guy each night burnt away in his stomach and anything to sooth that sensation was a good thing. Unless, his brain whispered, she.