Then we played an hilarious game called Consequences, which involves writing a sort of naughty story in little parts. Except everyone writes a little ...it and folds the paper and passes it onto the next person. Then each one is read out. You can make it as rude as you like and had us all in a fit of giggles and dirty laughter. “Does anyone want a top up?” I asked, going round with a bottle of white in one hand and red in the other. Samara seemed very comfortable with us and looked very happy. The boy doesn't last long, fucking the slut for just a few minutes until he comes, pulling hard on the tie as he pumps his cum inside her.His friends all cheer him then get to work on the slut. They fuck her cunt and her mouth, pinching her nose to make her mouth stay open and gasping for air while her mouth is full of dick and someone's pulling the tie tight, cutting off the air supply. When the guys have all done her, they're a little bored and decide to see how far they can take her while. Her palms got sweaty and her breath was shallow. Jason said, "I didn't want to take the spankings out of our sex life but you convinced me. So, I am going to live up to my end. Go get the brush." Megan felt like her heart had stopped. "But I didn't smoke. I've been good. I don't deserve it." Jason stopped pacing, he lowered his head and stared at his wife. "I won't ask again. Bring me the hairbrush, Megan." Megan waited. Jason couldn't tell if she was going to give in or not. He wasn't really. And the things he made her say. Wesley had never talked like that in his life. As least as far as Beverly knew he hadn't. He'd made Deanna into a slut, turned a deeply caring friend of hers and his into nothing more than a holodeck porn star. How could her boy, the innocent, quiet, genius, peacefully sleeping in the other room, have...she roiled with disgust as she considered what she'd seen. And worst of all, was that he'd made his slut call herself mommy. Beverly wondered if, after all she.