He kissed her as the lights flashed by the windows, hands stroking, teasing, keeping her fire alight, but not too bright. Nothing was certain. Not yet...He placed a hand on her leg, and then slightly higher, apart from another giggle she made no response. He kept up the gentle kissing.Unheeding of the driver, he touched cotton. Her legs parted further. She was damp. He applied gentle pressure. She moaned. He slipped a finger under. She was smooth, but for a small trimmed patch above. His finger. ’ It was one of the nicer places in town. My outfit was assembled to reflect the latest in fashions. A black cloak with a vest and a red cravat. The door to the house of ill repute was closed, and a burly guard stood at the ready. His hand rested on the pommel of his weapon. A scar decorated his face, giving his appearance a sense of experience. A gold coin was enough to buy a smile from him, and allow my admission. I stepped smartly across the threshold. Public housing was a wonderful thing.. Linda, on the other hand, had had pricks in every orifice in her body, other than her ears and nostrils, anyway, and loved it all.Their plans required a "yes" to that question. Pregnant cheerleaders would destroy their dirty little sex games, that they didn't want that. Nor did they want to have to move to some other state, across the country, or flee to avoid prosecution. Any girl who said she wasn't taking her vitamins was sent home as punishment for violating "team protocols."In this case,. Laughing at me he said, “You haven’t got a fucking choice. Now go and get some cream or oil or something. It’ll make it easier for you.” With that he smacked my arse, twice, and made me get off. The empty feeling in my pussy and the stinging sensation on my buttocks were only matched by the shame that I felt as I walked naked into the bathroom looking for the baby lotion that he was going to smear on my backside so that he could fuck my arse. When I entered the bedroom he was standing.