No, what I’m talking about was how all of you used Beck.”She looked deeply uncomfortable now, but it was Roger that spoke. “Come on now,” he s...id, trying to reason with me. “That wasn’t how it was.”“No?” I asked loudly, looking around at all of them. The rage on my face was unmistakable now and they looked like they were regretting their choice to join me today. “The seven of you knew Beck probably better than anyone in the world except me or her sister. You KNEW she wasn’t right. You KNEW. We enjoyed a sumptuous meal -small portions though; corsets really restrict one's appetite! - and wecontinued the discussions we had been having earlier in the day. It wasamazing how quickly we had become friends. Rudy was a big Hollywoodstar; I was an unknown rookie writer. (Fame as a novelist doesn't countfor much in Hollywood; it is what you achieve in the film business thatmatters and I still had to prove myself).It was just an ordinary meal out with a friend. The fact we were bothdressed. I fingering her and continue to suck on her big tits and she says "ur making my nipples really hard". I laugh a little and i put her hand on my thigh. She pulls out my dick and stroke it slow and hard. She tell me to stick it in her but I didn't have a condom. She goes to her room and comes back out with a condom and continues to stroke my dick. She pulls het shorts to the side and I put on the condom. She turns around and sits on my dick backwards. Her pussy is tight and wet. She rides it hard. Please give me an order."Sarah was quiet for a minute, considering what to have Betty do. Then she said, "I need to think about this for a little while. Do you have some time for yourself, right now?" Yes," Betty whimpered with a catch in her voice."OK, while I'm thinking, you masturbate. I don't want you to stop until I call you back, even if you cum twenty times. Got it?" Yes, Sarah," Betty replied with a relieved tone in her voice.After she hung up, she thought about what to have Betty do..