I had a fishnet tights with suspenders. A pink v-neck halter neck top. My small perts boobs were showing through. I had strappy sandals and a brown bo...b cardigan on. I felt slutty and had my hair all out over my face. My eyes were amde up with dark eyeliner and glitter eye shadow. My cheeks were rouged and on my forehead glistened my bindi. I walked over the Waterloo bridge, all nite guys were wanting to fuck me. as walked from the club all the men loooked with eager eyes to have theri cocks. Each time I did she gave a little gasp. I pinched them a bit harder and felt her wriggle as the sensation reached her brain. A little louder moan and she held my neck a bit tighter.Then I pinched them hard, intentionally testing her. I pulled them up a bit as I pinched them, making her gasp loudly and whimper, finally pulling away from me. "Oww! Oww! Ouch! Master!" she said in protest."Did I say I was finished kissing you, whore?" I said gruffly. She went back to kissing me and after a moment I. Brandon apparently couldn’t resist those eyes and reluctantly got off his recliner, moving over to kneel next to Tegan on the couch, visibly uncomfortable by the fact Sam was thoroughly fucking her.“Brandon.” Tegan panted, gripping his shirt. “Brandon.” She repeated, when he didn’t respond and finally he made eye contact. “I want you inside me next.”Tegan watched the words run around in Brandon’s head. She knew that this would be a bit much for him given his limited experience but she also knew. “Sorry master.” She whispered.I reached down and grabbed her pussy hard making her squeal, I let go and slapped her pussy a couple of times making a wet slapping noise.I moved away from her and at the sound of my footsteps she groaned a needful noise, “please master give me more.”I smiled, “you didn’t think you would have it that easy did you?” I asked.“No master. Sorry master.” She said quickly.“On your knees and face me,” I ordered her and she quickly complied, I looked at her and I could see.