I don't think I want to do this anymore."Joe shouted at me, "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF THIS IS YOUR FIRST TIME. I JUST NEED A PUSSY TO FUCK AND A HOLE TO...CUM IN RIGHT NOW! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO CHOSE TO START BEING A WHORE TONIGHT AND I AM GOING TO TREAT YOU LIKE ONE. YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE BITCH."Joe aggressively grabbed me and placed me in a cowgirl position on top of him while he laid in his seat. He quickly thrusted his cock back up into my pussy while he sucked on my titties. Joe was not. "Every second you are in my room looking at my pussy and tits, you are seeing them because I give you permission. I can withdraw that permission any time I want. Would you leave my room if I told you to?" Yes," I said."That's right," she said. "And I would be aware that you had left. If you're spying on me with that damn camera I wouldn't know if you were looking and if I did know that you were, I wouldn't be able to tell if you stopped when I asked you to. So if I ever catch you putting that. Instinctively, she knew that Jordan’s actions would cause her parents to rethink Gwen’s sexual freedom with Steve. The rest of the trip was mostly quiet. Jordan sulked, and the girls were worried about engaging her in conversation and causing another battle of wills between her and Steve. When they reached the Anderson’s, Paula and Ted came out to greet everyone. ‘Mom, Dad, this is Jordan Quick. Jordan, my parents, Paula and Ted Anderson,’ introduced Gwen quickly. ‘It seems that she’ll be. ”His hand on the back of her neck sent a chill down her spine that was at odds with the warmth coursing through her from below. He was so firm. As if he expected her to obey. As if that was how things should be. As she pressed her face against the cool metal of the washer, she blinked, realizing she had once again complied with his request, again without conscious thought. What was wrong with her. Or right with him. Or both?When Izzy was bent over the washing machine, Alex leaned in letting.