I was now staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, my short skirt around my waist. “Don’t you like looking this pretty?” I nodded, I had to adm...t I did. My make up was slutty but perfect and the wig Sarah got me was long and beautiful. I’m slim (Sarah had been controlling my diet more and more as we dated) and my hairless body had never seemed so sexy before. “And you liked how the boys treated you differently to normal? Even the ones who felt your pretty little bum?” I bit my ever-so-red lip. Still together, even now. Good for them.Although, I doubt he thought I was good for them at the time. She didn’t show it in the drive over, but some henny later at the local bars, she turned out to be a real slut. The kind that feel like they’ve been deprived they’re whole life. He shouldn’t have left me hitched a ride with him. I ended up fucking this girl under a bridge by a bar called “The 21st Amendment”. He watched everything, catatonic on the sidelines. I would slap the bitch’s ass as I. Then I laid on the bed and told her to 69 with me. She put her beautiful shaved pussy on my mouth and again deep throated my dick. I sucked and tongued her pussy and had my tongue as far inside of her as I could. She tasted great, like she might have sprayed strawberry juice in her pussy. I told her she could not cum until I let her. She was on the edge of cumming, but I would not let her cum until I was ready to shoot my load into her stomach.When I could not hold out any longer, I told her. And for whatever reason my cock would not go down. She kept snickering about it. We go in and take the food in. I noticed her leg was wet like she spilled her beer. I asked if she needed a towel but she declined. I noticed her shorts were so wet I couldn't keep my eyes off of them. I asked her about it she just asked if I wanted to wipe it off. I was unsure but he'll I did it. I grabbed a towel ran it up her leg but it wasn't beer. She grabbed the towel and pulled my hand up to her wet crotch..