Another zip opened and I felt my other hand wrapped around another slightly smaller, but still rigid, cock.How could this happen? I was being f***ed t... wank off two stiff dicks while someone was stroking my pussy? The guy to my left whispered ‘She’s like the cum sluts off the net’ That is just how I felt, a slut, for them to use. I knew that this had gone too far to stop. I just hoped that they would allow me to feign sl**p a little longer if only to retain what dignity I had left. The movement. We both stood up and stripped off the rest of her clothes, though I made her keep the stockings and suspenders on. She got on the bed while I bent down to the pockets of my discarded jeans to take out the condom that I'd almost forgotten in my lust. It was on by the time I was kneeling between her legs, looking down on her gorgeous, petite body, from the black tuft of hair in her crotch, over her slim frame and small but defined breasts, to her smiling face, her hair fanned out on the pillow. .. government agents?" Trevor asked. That made sense... well, alittle bit of sense."No, not quite. More than government," Meghan said. Her voice also carrieda stern command. Her features were elegant and patrician like those of awell-curated starlet a decade past her prime - familial features that onTrevor's 'young man's face' looked pleasantly attractive in a slightlyandrogynous way. But most of Trevor's friends would consider his mom to bea 'scary AF MILF' as Anton had once put it. Thus, she. She’s actually the victim here. The victim of her alleged friends. Of her father. Of her social circle. Of me.”“Of you?!” Kara asked, surprised. “How?”“Because I took something that wasn’t rightfully mine to take.”“She offered!” Kara protested.“And as the theoretically mature adult, with experience in these matters, I should have known better. Instead, I took something I shouldn’t have. For no good reason other than I could take it. And no, she has no regrets. But I sure do. She wasn’t mature.