Because he was taller and weighed more that I did he staggered forward pushing me backwards into a wall and my breasts were flattened into his chest a...d we both did a drunken dance until I finally got him under control. As we staggered around I regretted the fact that I hadn't worn a bra as my nipples pushed into his chest and I was sure that even as drunk as he was he could feel them. His pants had also slipped down his legs and he kicked them off and was leaning against me in just his boxer. Seven pm, and the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood Wendy. She looked even hotter than she did on Monday when I first met her. She wore a form fitting black cotton skirt that fell just past the tops of her hose, a sheer white blouse, with a little purple bra that held up her tits, but sure didn’t cover them, as her nipples were barely covered, plus the hose, then a pair of platform heels that added about four inches to her height. She truly looked the image of a slut, and. That's when those private eyes started following you."She folded her hands and smiled. "Tell me that isn't true." Well... it's not." It's what you told me. I remember you practically crying your heart out about it. You told me everything, and the timeline wasn't hard to put together after that. She got you to thinking you were a slut." I am. Look at all the guys I've screwed." And that makes you a slut?" She tilted her head and cocked her eyebrow. "A slut, if I recall right, likes sex. Nice. She wanted him to use her, wanted him to fill her with his pleasure, but she was losing ground. She started to feel the the energy build inside her, felt it's electric tentacles worm their way through her, from each of her pleasure spots inside. They each radiated out slowly as the warm pleasure spread slowly through her. She fought it back; she wanted him to enjoy himself, wanted to please him. She wanted to be his, but the fight was too much. She started to moan with each thrust, she could.