"I want you to do something for me, slut, just like you promised to be a good slut if I took you along, I'm gonna make you live up to that." She took ... long pull at the joint and let the smoke drift lazily out. "We're going to suck on our beers and suck on this joint and you, my good little slut are gonna suck Randall."Well, I resigned myself, it was gonna start sooner of later. I knew I was expected to act like a slut. It was just what L had been preparing me for last night. So I shuffled over. "Of course you must go, if God is calling you to that," I said, trying to keep my excitement out of my voice."Thank you." My father's voice was gruff. I thought I detected some real emotion there. Surely not?Anyway, they went. They were out of the country when my results were published – four A stars – and I went back to school. I had an allowance that enabled me to eat. The bills were paid by direct debit. The teachers continued to support and encourage me. My eighteenth birthday came and went. One that we discussed was DPing the girls. But not "just" DPing~~~but double vaginal DP!!! I remembered the times I would fuck my wife while she also had a dildo shoved up her already tight cunt!!! Damn it felt wonderful to me and she told me that it was some of the wildest, strongest orgasms she'd ever had. Well once when one of our friends came over to visit we decided that we were all horny and needed to fuck. We'd had him join us before and knew it would be fun. Just "how fun" I didn't. He turned to Polly who was still quivering on the sofa and he helped her to her feet. ‘Are you OK?’ he asked, cupping her face and wiping away her tears with his thumbs. Polly nodded, still numb with shock as he looked at her with concern. ‘Come on baby. Get dressed, we’d better get outta here.’ When she was ready, Dave put his arm around her protectively and led her to the door. She had never felt so safe, and she wanted to tell him how grateful she was for saving her from George, but she just.