She’d make a wonderful prostitute. She’d like that. Your mother would too. Is that what turns you on, my little Becky?” At that, Becky clenches ...nd Reyna laughs. I feel Becky’s orgasm, her thighs quiver next to my mouth, simply from hearing Reyna’s twisted plans for her. Goddess, she is a slut. Becky is a slut, but she also knows how to be a good girl for Reyna. She keeps reading and doesn’t make a sound while she continues to cum and clench my head. She’s even able to jot a note on the. "Has reality struck at you since you've been on your own?" Touché!" his smile broadened a little as he acknowledged her point, but she carried on regardless."Belief in something more than just what you can see and feel and hear and kill, Gavin, isn't generally considered a mental illness." God, religion, maybe." He fished inside his loose shirt for a moment. "Magic amulets?" Did it work? Are we still being followed?" We got free because of experience — changing transport, laying low and moving. I flinched and he laughed, slowly raising his cock a little at a time until his piss was hitting now and then on the side of my face. I was angry and my face was blotchy and red in my humiliation. He finished and then went to the tub, I started to follow him and he turned, slapping me hard, "get the fuck back over there, toilet whore." I quickly returned, leaning my head against the rim of the toilet bowl. He followed me and kicked my legs apart, dropping to his knees behind me he rammed. I wore a fox tee shirt, skinny jeans, green panties & a blue sports bra. I thought I looked pretty hot!I was talking and joking with a few of my friends and making some new ones. Some were smoking and drinking , a few had found the hot tub but I stayed I the house.I had like 3 beers when I met up with this really cute guy. The music was loud and we started dancing really sexually. Rubbing and grinding aroused me and made him hard. I was exploring him and his hands were all over me. By the time.