"I'm no ho" he slapped me again. Just hard enough to let me know I was his as long as he wanted.There was enough light from the security lights on the...adjacent buildings to see every thing. "Strip" Jerome commanded. "I can't..." slap making me cower. I started to sway my hips in a way that should only be seen by my husband."Go you sexy ho" Jerome said. I reached behind me and unzipped my dress. Peeling my dress off slowly revealing to this stranger the sexy red lace lingerie I bought for my. After that I went inside to change. I grabbed some shorts and a tank top. I went into the bathroom to change. I looked in the mirror. I put on some mascara and put a little mouse in my hair. As I walked out of the bathroom, I wasn't paying attention. I ran into something hard. I looked up. It was Chris."Hey there." I said happily. Again, he smirked. "Okay what? Do you have a problem with the way I talk?" I said angrily. He looked amused by my outburst. "No, it just makes me smile.. Hungrily I lapped at her soaking wet pussy, the sweet, salty, musky taste of her inflaming my senses further than I thought possible. Again and again I could feel her orgasm, felt the firm folds of her pussy quiver as I sank my tongue as deep into her as I could get, licking at the walls of her vaginal cave, pulling out and flicking at the very tip of her clitoris.Rebecca let go of my head and began pulling at the gown until I was exposed. Without warning, she pushed me away and took my face. She was beginning to enjoy going out and meeting boys, wild (ish) parties and generally doing what a normal teenager does!However, this time she had, by her own admission, overstepped the ‘mark’ somewhat. She knew that when her parents found out what had happened, she would be grounded for at least a week, probably more.Susie was staying over at her friend Jenny’s house. Jenny’s mother (she called her Mrs C) was an attractive woman, in her early fifties. Susie often thought she was a little old.