But then she jerked away in shock; covering her face in her hands. “Oh my God, I’m so ... so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” She turned aw...y and let out a plaintive sob.“My hand went out to comfort her, “Its OK Mom; don’t cry.” She pulled herself together and pouted at my embarrassment. “What must you think of me?”She leaned into me; kissing me; I could taste the drink on her lips!Now I understood; I’d never seen her drunk! She lost her balance a little, rolling into me and snuggled her. 'Frida gives great blow-Jobs', he said out loud, as we all sat watching such a scene, and both of his friends nearly came in their pants.I did not react to his comment and that seemed to make both boys more agitated, as I sat there with my school uniform skirt riding mid-thigh and my legs relaxed and open.My brother continued to pile more pressure on the boys, who were obviously virgins and had never been with a girl, my eyes had already picked-up that all of them were highly excited, as their. Belle gasped and pushed her breasteven further into her master's mouth. "So you like that do you my pet?" Well,tonight is not for you. It is for me. This whole night I will get my pleasureand you will not cum until I permit it. If you do cum without my permissionyou shall be punished. Do you understand?"Belle groaned and said in a shy voice, "Yes master I understand, but itwill be difficult. I desire you so much."Master reached down to pinch her nipples hard. Without preparation he rammedhis. How I came even harder when he did me up the arse that night, hips slapping deliciously against my striped, punished cheeks as he pumped. Nice girls don’t….no, I’m not telling her this. She’s not getting everything. I’ll keep that thing about having my nipples bitten hard to myself. I can’t speak about how I twist them when fingering my own clit, it’s too weird. Or that other thing I always say yes to...I just can’t talk about that. Doing it, maybe. Talking about it with a stranger: I’m not.