I drew looks. I was the head of our cheerleader squad. Every guy already lusted after me, and now... Now I was the sluttiest girl at our college. They...all wanted me, but only Justin got to enjoy me. I reached my history class after a minute of walking, and smiled when I saw my bitchy friend Paris standing outside the room. She was shuddering and squirming in her designer dress, a rose affair that clung to her. She was rich. I mean, filthy rich. She always wore the most expensive dresses to. Those perfect 32c boobs with perfect nipples. She looking at my admiring her boob and said: “They are yours, for now, do as you please with a wink”.So soft as a silk pillow, as I sucked one and play with the other she gave out a moan ” aah yes suck my boobs bub, yes play with them”. While I sucked her boob she started to give me a hand job. After a few minutes, I sat down on the floor in between her legs and look up in her eye and asked, “Shall we take these off”. She gave me a naughty but cute. The hospital had made arrangements to stay in a nice hotel and she was to only be there for 2 weeks. It was great money. I had told her about my fantasy of seeing her with a big black stud but she was hesitant. We had many hot nights using pillow talk especially when she was a little tipsy. Well she arrived there kinda late and tried to check in to the room. The hotel had over booked and her room was given out to people displaced by the storm. She got on the phone but could not find anywhere to. Johnson. Please do notprosecute,” Christen repeated. “Then, you can do for me what my children did for Becky.You both can be my sex slaves.”“Alright. If we must,” Becky gasped but her response wasscripted. She stared at her mother. Jason and Jenniferwere listening upstairs. David’s blue eyes were lasersburning into Christen. It was the moment of truth. What choice did Christen have?No mother would have her daughter imprisoned if shecould prevent it. The.