Fuck me. I wanna be fucked. Do you hear me?”He smiled gently, brought a hand up to brush the backs of his fingers across her cheek.“Yeah, I hear y...,” he said. “Just relax.”“I don’t want to relax,” she said hotly, knocking his hand away. “I want to be fucked. Make me your whore. Fuck me like one. If I’m going to walk around feeling like a slut, then I should at least be fucked like one. Or is that too much for you?”He rose up on his knees and looked down at her, evenly and without expression.. “She is,” Scott grinned, rolling me over on my back so I was forced to look up at them.Scott was good-looking and athletic while his friends were on the beefy side and plain looking. Not that any of that mattered, especially when they pulled out their cocks. Their cocks were beefy too. Plump and beefy and rock hard.“You like this, don’t you, baby?” one of them said, stroking his cock above me so I could get a good look.“Oh, she likes it,” Scott laughed, the only one without his cock on display.. You know - morph it. Huge cock, slim waist, big tits - you name it, I can do it.''Wow!' The implications for her business hit him. 'You mean you can make statues of people, which improve on their good features and minimise their bad ones?'She nodded.'Can I become your partner?''We've talked about that already, and the answer's "No Way!".'That had been another type of partnership, Tony thought, but it didn't seem worth pointing it out. He picked the statue up, and remarked how light it was.'It's. Well&hellip, Peter stuttered. He suddenly seemed flustered. The guys&hellip,well, all I can say is I like hanging out with you more. Whys that? Well, uhm&hellip,the guys can get stupid sometimes. You make loads more sense than they do. Trust me. William took Peters reply as a sign that the older boy was dismissing the topic. He just went back to sipping his milkshake in awkwardness. Peter sensed the sudden tension and said, Besides, youre a cool younger bro. He raised his fist expectantly. And.