Mary dangled a digital camera in front of Fiona and remarked that she wanted to record the whole event and publish it on the internet. Joan fondled Fi...na's breasts through her thin blouse and stated that she could hardly wait to see them exposed.Fiona led the way into the living room. They noted that there was a card table and four dining chairs in the middle of the room. Jenny ordered Fiona to bring a round of vodka and tonic for the four of them and Fiona went to the kitchen whilst the others. Dammit, Dave, I'm using you, sure as my parents use everyone around them." I don't mind," he said pleasantly. "It goes both ways. Look, I have to go shave and stuff. I'll be back in a minute."I just looked at him, completely confused. His mother wiped her hands, and sat down at the table across from me. "Missy," she said, "let me tell you a few things. You know David's father died when he was young." I nodded. "And he told me that yesterday you called him a Mama's boy." I was just teasing," I. We entered the second floor, no one was in the hall Joey pushed, pulled, me down to his room. Me through the door and to the floor, I looked back at him in bewilderment. "Get out of those clothes before I loose my cool, Joey ordered. Before I could get my pants off, Joey was on me like a bee to honey. Joey flipped me to my stomach and plowed his man meat deep in my butt. With all the cum that was up my butt his penis slipped right in. Joey didn't seemed to mind or notice that my butt was full. Now let me go." And the wig? Do you like being a blond bimbo?" Yes." The truth was it was all a turn on to him—the whole costume!"And the makeup? You like looking like a slut?" Yes." How much more was she going to put him through? Wasn't this enough humiliation? Wasn't she just going to let him go now?"And being a slut!? Just like it says on your forehead? You like that too, right!?"No reply."And like it says FUCK ME! on your chest. That's what you want, right!? You want to be a slut, and get.