He ran a finger over my Boihole,"Wooow,he,s almost got my Little Cock hitting my stomach",then I felt the lubed finger stroking around my Boihole,I we...t,face down onto my now folded arms & chest to the bench,making my Buns spread wider,I felt the pressure of his finger against my Rosebud,I moaned straight away,my Sphincter was so receptive to his lubed finger,he slid straight into my lower bowel,then he worked two fingers into me,working them in & out of my Boihole,I was Luvving it,moaning with. After the shower we laid in bed, she laid her head on my chest, hiked her right leg over mine and we fell asleep. I woke up at about 8:00 with a rock solid hard on, i looked over and Jessica was still asleep. She was laying on her back. I ran my hand up and down her stomach and felt her boobs, her leg twitched as my hand explored. I slid my hand down her shorts and started fingering her clit. "well good morning!" She said as i woke her up by sliding two fingers in her. "Good morning, did you. " I think you guys are fabulous too," Dennison told them. "I own all of your albums." We only have one album, dude," Matt said sourly.Dennison actually giggled. "Of course you do," he said. "And a great one it is."Matt took a step away from him, and a step closer to Veronica, who he had been eyeing ever since she came into view. "How about you, Ronnie?" he asked. "Can I call you Ronnie?" No, you may not," she said, glaring at him."Forgive me," Matt said. "But do you listen to our music too?" I. I was a bitch, whore, worthless, good only for sexing and believed it.I'm no different than the Asian bar girls dancing naked on a stage, selected by number. My stage is different but like them, I'm called by a number, my phone number. No, they dance for survival, facing the horror of what they must do to survive. Me, I dance because I want on the stage. That's who I am, a dancing whore on the meat market stage.Convincing myself I was just a sex object, my esteem plummeted to my late teenage.