But I won't let you deny me! I became more and more comfortable in the persona of that cheap, trashy little slut I portrayed. We continued with our s...rap-on play, doing it at any time of day, anywhere she felt the urge, and in more positions than I knew existed. Kyra didn't make love to me; she FUCKED me, taking me, using me like the cheap little fucktoy she was transforming me into. She adored talking trash while she fucked me. She called me a slut, a tramp, a whore, a cheap little. High on ecstasy and cocaine, her sexual desire was virtually out of control.The beautiful and sexy brunette didn’t resist as Spencer’s hands explored her fabulous body. She let out soft little moans as he fondled her firm D-cup breasts through her top and bra. As they continued to kiss, Spencer slid a hand between her legs. Cynthia spread them, allowing him to rub her pussy through her jeans.“Oh God! Fuck me!” Cynthia moaned out, not even aware she said it.“I’m certainly going to do that,”. Have you done a lot of dancing?"He shook his head. "I only started last term," he said shyly."Oh well! You'll be lots better than me. I only started three days ago."They had no time for further chat before Giselle took command again. A number of assistants had materialised and the students all began to dance with Giselle bellowing instructions.Suddenly she stopped the music. "All of you," she said, "dancing is a contact sport. You can't dance properly unless you are close enough for the men to. Within seconds the dual assault on her, produced results, as she started to cum furiously. She jerked herself back and forth gripping tightly to her exposed breasts leaving obvious nail marks in their perfect skin.Her violent orgasm over, she stood up straight disengaging our mouths from her and turned to face us. Reaching into her bag on the sink she extracted the folded napkin and said ”I guess there’s no need for this now I suppose.” She dropped it into the bin.I burst into gales of laughter.