She bared her teeth at me and leaned in, biting my lower lip. She pulled away and I moaned low and breathy. She pierced me with those intense eyes of ...ers and leaned in until my entire vision swam green and we were breathing so close that every breath was as intimate as the deepest kiss. I felt her lips move against mine as she said “You are my little whore Joyce. Mine and nobody else you hear?” Her words triggered something in me because the next thing I knew I was all over her. My hands. Karen was speaking again. She thanked him for coming, although he was late. He watched as she poured Stacey another glass of wine and then sat down, telling him to start the show as she raised the music volume on the stereo with the remote.He smiled, it was time. To the cheers of the two ladies, he began to gyrate around. He had no idea what he was supposed to do in this regard, but they were both pretty much drunk so it was all good. For the next twenty minutes he dance around, trying to. Everything usually covered by clothes lay immodestly open before him.“I scared you?” he asked.“You did actually, on Friday. For about fourteen seconds.”“And obviously I’m scaring you now,” he gestured ironically at my body, underlining my complete lack of concern.“Yeah,” I snorted, “you’re a real terror compared to what I’m used to.” “I’m can be a terror when I need to be,” he said, trying to sound ominous. I hadn’t thought of Harold since he ran off, tail twixt his scrawny legs. Bete had rules. “Clean my fucking cock.” He orders me and I quickly move around and run my tongue all over his cock collecting his cum and savouring the taste of it mixed with the taste of my ass, I do this until I think I have cleaned most of it off before I take as much of his cock into my mouth as I can and I note with some satisfaction that I can now take almost another inch into my throat without vomiting.“You’re a good little whore aren’t you.” He says a little softly, “I enjoyed destroying that pretty.