He always did what he wanted to do and never felt guilty about it. He was never ashamed to be who he was or shy about saying what he wanted. Ricky was...a lady"s man. He may have only been fresh out of high school, but if he went a day without shaving he could get into any bar in town without being carded. He always seemed to attract the same kind of women. Trashy. Stacy always wondered what he saw in those girls. It was obvious what the girls saw in him, but why did he always pick the whores?It. Before she could grasp the meaning of what I had said, I pressed the button again. From her reaction it seemed that the scorching from the previous shock made the pain even worse. She arched forwards, looking like she was presenting herself to me; the arch pressing the prod even more painfully into her clit. ?Two.?This time she knew exactly what I meant and whimpered: ?No.??One? I shouted, looking straight into her eyes. This girl wasn’t as stupid as she looked. She understood instantly. With her blouse unbuttoned like it was, I could constantly see the inner sides of both smooth, fleshy globes. Within seconds, her nipples became turgid and engorged, and they seemed to strain out against the silk fabric as if they longed to come out and play.I continued eating, but she only picked at her food now. "Are you okay, Dawn?"She nodded, but a few seconds later, a tear emerged from her right eye, and she shook her head miserably. "I ... I sort of lied to you, sir." I didn't comment,. "F-fourteen..." she replied, sniffling. The two men smiled at each other.. "She's gonna have tits like her mother..." As he spoke, the man pulled up the front of Becky's T-shirt, exposing the cutest, pointiest little set of teenage titties you've ever seen. "God damn!" The man grinned, "We gonna pork us a pretty little schoolgirl!" Becky started to cry as the two men turned her around, and forced her to kneel on the sofa. They had her bent way over the back of the couch with her knees together.