Everyone knew Bella was a whore, and Idesired her even more because of it.That night I moved to her, but in my fantasy as I now imagined it, itwas no ...onger me that was entering her, it was Anderson. Anderson wasstrong and masculine; he was much larger than me in every imaginableway. I recalled his huge cock photographically and in my mind he wasme, and I? Well I was Bella of course. It was now me on my hands andknees, whining like a bitch."Fuck me, fuck me Mr. Anderson."After that, there was. I stepped out of them so that I was totally naked.I went to my drawers and took out a green bikini, the most revealing I had, one my dad hated me wearing. I pulled up the bottoms, and pulled them tight, so that they were stretched over my bum. I put the top on and reached inside to pull my tits up so that the material would barely be covering them. Then I went downstairs. I picked up a towel and some sun tan lotion, and headed into the garden.It was a lovely, hot day and I found a spot right in. I thought it was now over and they would now let me go to my room to hide my humiliation at having two men pump their cum into me while I was helpless but, instead, they left me, hand and head immobilized, arse and cunt fully exposed whilst they sat the table behind me drinking beer and casually commenting on the amount of cum dripping from my arsehole and running down my cunt. They couldn’t see the tears of humiliation running down my face – humiliation at their actions and at my own animal. What if she was feeling guilty and wanted to stop. I didn’t want that to happen. It had barely begun.Mom: What are you thinking about? David?I spaced out for a moment before I heard her.Me: Nothing. So what are we ordering?Mom: You choose. Whatever is fine with me. Although, find something south Indian. You know I don’t like pizza and that kind of food.Me: OK, mom. Let me see.She went inside her room, and I began searching for food items on my phone. It was hard to choose when you had so many.