, were happening here, albeit a bit differently, and I was clueless. Later I learned that "business" was agreed to in-bar and then taken somewhere els... like a car or around the corner in the nooks and crannies of the office building, or perhaps, like I had done, to a nearby motel. So, there I was, wearing the look of a whore- a tight black miniskirt, sleeveless sequinned cream-colored blouse, red hair, sheer black stockings and high-heeled ankle boots, and my first really expensive red wig,. “I’m sorry Randy, I didn’t mean any of it, I’m just so tired of having to hide our relationship from everyone, and being with Chris when I wanna be with you, I just lost it,” she said fully crying now.My heart broke, I truly hated to see her cry. I loved her too much to want to see her like that, and over a fight we could have avoided made it seem even worse. I scooted over to her and put my arm around her and pulled her into me. “Don’t apologize, we both got caught up in the moment, this was. And he slowlyswallowed his treat, already eager to taste more. Sissy and Danniwould tease him of course, he was always the most slutty of thethree...Like a distant headlight on a foggy night, a tiny bit of thought pokedthrough Brandon's cumdrunk state. C.C.....Dan? How much theychanged. Did they change? They looked so cute, Brandon couldn'tremember. Did he change? He stood up and looked in the mirror...His perfect green eyes were on either side of his small, slightlyupturned nose and his plump,. While sucking on her elongating and hardening nipples, I take my hand and run it down her belly, sliding it under her bikini bottoms all the way to her pussy. I kick her legs wider so I can get a nice grip on her pussy. As my two middle fingers find the folds of her hairless pussy, I am shocked to find she is soaking wet. I look at her knowingly, and she looks away ashamed. “You like this don’t you slut? You love being fucking raped and used like a whore, don’t you??”“No, I don’t! Please, just.