"Tell me your name, slut."He rubbed and rubbed. She groaned, but the last shrivelling piece of herdignity resisted, stopping her mouth from forming th... words he demanded."Tell me your name."Tony's fingers slowed and his touch became lighter. Wynne pouted andbatted her long, painted eyelashes. She needed it so badly. But thatname.... It was the young bullied boy she had been before she had madeherself. The child with no friends at school. The one they all picked on.It was who she'd been before. The proverbial 98 pound weakling, my six foot frame made me uncoordinated and gawky. Broomsticks have better legs.I never missed a day through all 12 years of school ... mostly because I had no reason to skip and I was so damn interested in the things I read in the references of books the teachers were using to teach from. Sometimes it makes a guy wonder where, exactly, did the quote in the school book come from. I read the referenced book and the information presented didn't present itself. “Are you ready?” he asked, his face right over mine.I was more than ready. I kissed him lasciviously, my tongue wandering frantically in his mouth. I mumbled, “Mmmhmmm.” I glanced at John, whom I’d just about forgotten about, and saw he was stroking his cock. He still stood several feet away, but he held his phone up and clicked several pictures of my face and Kellen’s ass. His camera arm fell to his side and he masturbated a little more assertively.Kellen eased his cock into my cunt. I was so. But she was not feeling an erection. So both the girls massaged a bit of her breast to get an erection. We got the desired photo. The last photo was for her pelvis and vaginal area. This photo needed to be black and white and sharp.Sapna told Komal to open her legs wide. I and Sapna were sitting next to Komal on the ground and as she opened her leg. I could see her vagina very close and clear. My eyes were frozen there for some time. “Liked it?” I heard this line from Komal. I became.