'Jail bait and dangerous' were words bandied about us, but we had a sexual allure-ness that beguiled and made men desire us, which in turn excited us ...o the extent, when someone asked us to close the door, we would respond by locking it and toss the key away.I would watch keenly while Amber was having sex with someone, sometimes inches from the cock going in and out of her tight pussy, the squishy noises of her well oiled cavity, the strong sexual odors, and the way her inner pink flesh encased. My silk blouse lays slightly parted--the top buttons undone, allowing you to see the hollow of my cleavage, and nestled within, the crucifix you gave me oh so long ago. You eye strays to the small tents my nipples (now stiff in death) pitch in the light blue fabric. You fingers itch to touch them, to pinch them, and to caress my pliant breasts.You lick you lips, passion enflamed, as you continue to drink in the sight of my corpse. My hands--now alabaster--are gently folded on the small bulge of. Without glancing up Chenosh replied, "Good morning Xander. Did you enjoy last night?" What do you mean?" Xander asked, caught off-guard by her question."Your experience with a group of Di'San females, the same ones you met earlier that day." Chenosh said, looking up with a smirk on her face, and a mischievous gleam in her eye. Xander figured she had been waiting all morning to ask him about it."How did you know?" Xander asked, a little uncomfortable with the whole situation."If I cared enough. “Please, please, I just need it.”“I'm getting there,” I muttered, struggling to feel that ache building and building at the tip of my futa-dick.I was in hot pussy. I should be able to do this. Why couldn't I do this? I had never had problem with my futa-cock before. Everyone was looking at me. All these girls were chanting and moaning, masturbating themselves or fingering each other. They all wanted my futa-cum. I had to give it to them. I had to beat this disgusting, misogynist man beside.