I winced."Yeah, you liked that, little angel. I can't wait to fuck you, but this is going to take all night."He then bit down on my nipple. I started ...rying. This was not how it was supposed to be. I started struggling."Amram, wake up!" my mother said.I could see the officer standing in front of me, his breeches open, holding his hands where his penis should be. There was dripping blood. It was more than dripping. Flooding.Wake up, Amram... "I told you to keep looking!" He slapped me again.. I pulled back out and started a steady rhythm. “Yes. Yes, fuck me harder please”. I looked over at Mary for a reaction and saw her look in surprise at her daughter’s voice and then smile and go back to Amanda’s pussy. I fucked Marsha in a steady rhythm now focused on bringing us both to a peak. It did not take long, and just after Amanda had her release with Mary’s expert tongue Marsha arched her back and let out a low pitched groan as climbed over her peak. I speeded up my. I know I moaned a few times, but I was too tipsy to care, even when he lifted my sports bra and took my shirt off the rest of the way. His friend had started massaging my legs too by this point and I was hornier than I'd ever been at that point. My mom's boyfriend had his hard cock pressed against my ass and I didn't care.I was rolled onto my back and he had his hands running along my stomach and over my breasts and nipples. He slipped my sports bra the rest of the way off while his friend. No matter that he could dance rings around them and singlike an angel - and that was another problem, his voice. No-one wanted atwenty-five year old singer who sounded like a member of the Vienna BoysChoir.Even so, he thought he'd stood a chance at a part as an orphan in therevival of 'Oliver!' until the casting director said he looked too old.And now it looked like he would grow old in his job as prop manager forthe State Theater.A chill set over him and he turned up the small space heater.