As a teenager, I had even had a crush on him. I never let him know it, of course. Nat was 6 years older than me and even as a teenager, I knew it was ... futile girlish dream.He had always been there though, allowing me to cry on his shoulder. He had even rescued me from becoming a victim of my own teenage recklessness by pulling an overly amorous boyfriend off of me just before "No" became rape. But above and beyond all of that, Nat was really good company. Well, he was when he wasn't acting. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” Cassie asked, raising an eyebrow.“I don’t have to try.” I replied.“Nope.” Cassie giggled, bottoming her glass.Candace finished her glass and Cassie pulled her onto the dance floor. I watched the sisters strut out to the middle of the dance floor and immediately wrap their arms around each other. Candace put her arms on Cassie’s shoulders while the younger sister gripped her ass cheeks firmly. They ground against each other hard and in a few minutes they were. Placing all her full body weight down onto him, Fay felt him twitch and in a moment later, fill her with more warmth. He throbbed again and again and she knew she had drained a copious amount of sperm from him. Fay congratulated herself at extracting his telling confession and at her burgeoning knowledge of her lover’s predilections. ‘Mmm, good boy, fill me with it.’ purred Fay, her calm tone designed to mollify Jack’s writhing body. With a final sinuous thrust, Jack’s cock flexed inside her. ?My eyes brimming with tears as the itch only seemed to get worse as his fingers started to manually manipulate my clit in a rough manner. ?Beg me whore NOW!??please needs to have an orgasm please needs to.?Staring down at me knowing my state, ?Here is the only way I will allow it. You are my whore. My slut? As though to reinforce His words His fingers slipped inside my walls causing my eyes to flutter and the cadence of my heart to race, ?whores do not orgasm they cum. Now my whore,? his.