”“I wasn’t going to say anything, I know how some modern girls can be abrasive, I’m just glad you had the good sense to dress up nice, like a ...ood girl.”Lacey felt a weird twist in her. His compliment made he feel really happy, but at the same time, she could picture some of her friends back at the college taking specific umbrage at the phrase, ‘good girl’. The rush of it left her a bit conflicted, “Well, I wouldn’t say...”“It is important to look the part even down to the accessories, you know. I liked looking at him as he fucked me and told me what a good slut I was and how he was going to pound his pussy and fill me with cum.One Saturday, Ron called me and said Carla was out for a few hours and to come over for some fun, I quickly showered and ran over to his apartment. When I got there, Ron told me to go into his bedroom, put on what was on the bed and come out to the living room. I went into his room and saw a pair of bright pink panties. Of course they had a thong back. I put. I reluctantly pushed myself off the couch and stood in front of the leering black couple. My mother squeezed my hand. I looked over my shoulder and saw her weak smile. She was such a strong woman, much stronger than me.Slowly, very slowly, I undressed. I kept glancing at the woman who was no longer smiling. I saw lust on her face. Stooping, I pushed my underwear to my thighs and glanced up at her. My eyes quickly looked away. She was staring at my dick. I pushed my underwear down and stepped. Soon my ankles were loosed, but before I could stretch, he covered my body with his own again. He untied my wrists, but held them together in one of his big hands.In one breath, I was flipped over onto my tummy and my hands were restrained once again. He positioned the pillow so I could breath, then shimmied down my body, and pushed my knees up, so my plump ass was in the air. My ankles were restrained again, to the sides of the bed, so my pussy was exposed. I tried to squirm, I needed to try.