“Well fuck!” she complained. “I’ll have to get dressed before he arrives, when will he be here?” His timing was perfect – we heard his kno...k on the door before I could answer her. “Fuck!” cried Becca. She moved to go around me to the bedroom where she could get dressed. “Unh uh, baby. You are fine just the way you are. Just be a good little slut and remember who is in charge here, okay?” She looked into my eyes. I could see fear and shame in her look. In a moment that turned to trust and. I kept an arm around her waist and the other on my own glass. “I debated picking anything up before coming over,” I said.“Oh?”I gave a small shrug. “I figured that the girls might notice flowers tomorrow morning, and I’m still not old enough to buy booze.”“How old are you?” she asked, surprised.“Does it matter?”It was her turn to shrug. “No, I don’t suppose it does.”I finished my glass of champagne and set the empty glass on the table to the side, and then put both hands around her waist. The. I looked up at the group Any others come get it. One guy spit on me a few kicked me saying they would never fuck a slut like me. I got up soaking dripping wet covered in mud and walked to my car only wearing a garter belt, ripped stockings, wet blouse the group really laughed when they saw my tiny cliltlit. Being so humiliated and degraded I started to leak by the time I got to the car I was flowing my orgasm. I opened the door reached in to get a towel I keep there to dry off some. I got in. I was so horny and so excited I could barely think but instinctively I just leaned forward and kissed her. I reached up and cupped a breast and gently squeezed. I slid my tongue into her mouth as my other hand slid down her skirt until I felt the fabric end. I slipped my hand between her legs and grasped a thigh before sliding my hand upward. Debbie spread her feet apart as she kissed me back. With the extra room her shifting granted me, I slid my hand up higher. I guess Debbie wears actual.