Kristins lovely underwear came out most nights and so did Tims Sisters on a bit of a surprise rotation depending on what was available at the time. Th... modelling got less embaressing but just as exciting in other ways. My afternoon paper round kept me punctual over the holidays as we were pretty much left to our devices most of the time. Our parents were good friends and both thought we were trustworthy enough not to get into any serious trouble together. They were right about one thing - we. ............I keep begging but he stays strong not listening. It’s in these moments that I thoroughly love him, I’m laid out before him begging and pleading for his cock and he looks me in the eye’s says SMT and I fall silent, knowing he has everything under control......I’m his completely and he bring me so much pleasure, more than I ever knew possible. He demands I slap on asshole eight times with his belt, slowly he counts of each one....praised me for being his good little whore and I cum. ‘Here lick this’ I heard Alison say as my head was pulled towards a pussy.‘Mmmm don’t fucking stop, fuck her Jon’ she groaned as i felt a cock slowly enter my sopping pussy from behind.I heard the click of a camera and realised Claire or Michael were taking a few pictures for their portfolio.Jon’s cock pounded me hard then withdrew and another entered me. I could hear Samantha screaming beside me for more cock.Alison moved and a penis was shoved into my mouth.I had no idea who was fucking me. " Karen laughed. "I wasn't there." Shoot." I grabbed some lipstick."I told you to go on the pill, remember?" Karen said, being sort of an I-told-you-so person."Yeah, and the doctor said I was hypersensitive, remember?" It was my turn to roll my eyes."And then I suggested a diaphragm..." Ugh..." I put on my lipstick quickly, losing interest in being beautiful for a stupid humanities class. "If we're using condoms anyway, why should I have to fool around with other stuff, like diaphragms and risk.