“You’re a dirty slut, you know that, Kait?” He said breathlessly. “I’m your dirty slut,” I said enjoying the fucking he was giving me. “...ou’ve been so bad, Santa is going to put coal in your stocking,” he added. “As long as I have your cock in my cunt, I don’t care!” He let out a small laugh before thrusting me harder. It was starting to hurt, but damn it was a good hurt. He began slapping my ass as he fucked me with more intensity. It was all that I could handle, but I wasn’t going to scream. She was breathing a little rapidly, of course she was rather nervous to say the least. Then I made it to her crotch area. I slowly undid and pulled down her pants. I got really nervous, I was breathing a little rapidly as I had her pants completely off, then I climbed up on her and kissed her once."Are you gonna tease me much longer?" Jeanette asked."Oh I'm sorry, is this driving you nuts?" I asked."Yes it is, now get down there, I want that tongue in between those lips now," Jeanette. Tracey had met plenty of men like that back home, but somehow not so many in one place and she guessed that here the misogyny was more sincerely and deeply felt. Buttercup was obviously hating her work, and her productivity if anything was dropping as the afternoon progressed so painfully slowly. Tracey regarded her lover with compassion, trying to imagine the depths of her misery. But Buttercup’s ordeal was not over. A large, fat man in a suit with a striped nylon shirt and a plain polyester. I wanted to touch all of him, I wanted to feel every part of this body, to feel it as it moved and searched and worked. ‘Gio,’ I said hoarsely, his teeth pulling on my lip as he pulled his face away to look at me. ‘Amor,’ he said, burying his face in my neck, his lips and tongue working themselves over me, moving further down my body, his hands cupping my ass as his mouth grazed the edge of my bra. ‘Gio, no,’ I started to say, my hands on his face. He pulled his mouth back up to mine, his kiss.