“I like you. You’re ... normal ... like me. It was cool that you wanted the fans to send donations to help people.”She glanced over her shoulder...again.“That one would want to have every single flower put in her room so she could tell herself how much everybody loves her,” she continued. “She’d throw the cards into the trash because the love is only one way. But you are answering cards and letters. I’ve seen your website. You actually interact with the people there. It’s way cool. She has a fan. 'Help yourself to drinks, guys. You're the ones who've been working, so you get to decide what we're going to do this evening. If you argue I'll cast a deciding vote.'To my horror they elected to go to MacDonald's and then a movie. I was about to protest but remembered that it was their treat and that this was something they'd hardly ever done. I braced myself and we went out.Actually, it wasn't as bad as I'd feared. I had a beer and stole some of their fries while they ate greedily, then. It didn't even occur to me to resist. "This doesn't feel good?" It feels okay, but not much better than when you stroke my backside, or run your fingers through my hair." Hmmm." He muttered, his hands not ceasing their roaming around my new nipples. "Tomorrow we'll go shopping for a bra for you. Today we'll just have to think of something else."The something else came about two minutes later, after the evening blow. I felt a tingle begin in my crotch region. I thought it was the beginning. Then Mom went into the bedroom to do something and left us there, holding our legs above our heads.Buddy walked over to me and looked down straight into my wet pussy.“Why does your cunt make snot, Sugar?” he asked me innocently. He knew we called our pussies “Cunts” and he was no longer referring to me by my real name. I was no longer thinking of myself as Blair anyway.“That’s cum, sir,” I mumbled through the gag.“What is cum?” Buddy picked his nose and then pulled his shorts out of the crack.