She knew she was wet. She was wet and hating herself, loving the attention, feeling disgust and revelation at the juxtaposition of control and out of ...ontrol.Logan began to work his fingers in to her pussy. Alex was kissing her passionately and playing with her left tit. Robbie was kneeding her right butt cheek. “Seriously,” Hannah thought, “Does this guy know anything about how to treat women?” Logan was showing her how wet her pussy was because she could hear little squelches as he worked his. ?I’m sure someone will buy you.? Then he walked off too. After being left alone, Margaret wasn’t even sure how she should feel. After all, she was in such a bizarre situation it was hard to know what the appropriate response should be. She crawled, because that’s all she could do, to the window and looked out. The pet store, because that’s what it was, seemed to be inside of some mall. A lot of the stores looked typical enough. There were a few clothing stores across the way and a. As I tinkled it stung a little and I could feel soreness somewhere inside of me.As I exited the bathroom, Ali entered with two flutes and a small bottle of champagne. The cork came out with a loud pop, she poured two glasses and as we touched our glasses, she toasted “here is to forever more, just the two of us”It was then that I noticed the wetness on the bed sheet. “Oh God “I said,” did I wet myself?” Ali smiled and said “oh no, you just enjoyed yourself more than you have ever done before”. He teased me for a moment, rubbing against my cheek. The nearness of so much aroused masculinity was driving me insane. Finally I said, "Please," which he seemed to like because he quit his infernal teasing and let me have my way.I took it all the way inside my mouth, angling my head and neck in just the right way that I could swallow the whole thing. My nose ground against curly pubic hair and I was overwhelmed by the raw, intoxicating scent of maleness. I eagerly slid my mouth up and down his.