"I am your little slut". He says, "That's so much better". Then, since I didn't say it right, he will punish me again the way he likes. So he pushes m... against the wall. He pushes me back down on my knees. Then he fucks my throat as he tells me I'm his whore and such a little slut. He asks me if I love his cock down my throat and then takes it out so I can answer. I tell him, "Yes. I love your cock". Then he picks me up by my waist and puts me on the bed face up. He ties my hand to the bed. He got up from where he was sitting, shuffled down our aisle, and sat next to me. He wasted no time unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. I grabbed a quick look, leaned over, and whispered to my husband."The guy next to me has his cock out and is jerking off."My husband glanced over and whispered back, "Why don't you help him?"I'm no prude. I've jerked off and fucked more men than most women, but I've never given a hand job to a man I'd never met or seen his face.My hands were shaking,. The girl looked behind her to check if the seams of her net stockings were still straight. They were. She knew she was a knockout in them. There was something about stockings with seams that made her feel horny. She wanted to parade around for a man, his eyes drinking in her beauty.The director had given her a few ideas, but mostly he just encouraged her to use her own imagination. That was lots better. She could do things and feel some pride in them--pride and not a little satisfaction when it. Buffy! Satsu exalted. She wants to try again! Maybe we're not doomed, after all!With her heart swelling, she reached her hands up to rest on Buffy's shoulders, allowed her lips to part, and slipped her tongue out, looking for entrance into the older slayer's mouth--and heard a startled little, "Eep!", and the room's overhead light suddenly snapped on.Her mysterious kisser was Andrew."What?!" All her so-brief hopes for a wonderful future together with Buffy came crashing down upon her. "What the.