They demanded drinks….Coca-cola…and tried to flirt with me as I served them. Should I invite them to the party that evening? I wondered….not sur.... A bit spoiled they looked, ‘Daddy’s little rich girls.’ I’d met Paris Hilton wanna-bees and, to be honest, they did my head in with their incessant chatter. ‘I was like, this, and she was like, like’, etc, etc. They were playing bad pop on a portable radio. I thought of asking them to turn it off, for the benefit of the other guests. Meanwhile. But tell me, did you like watching yourself in the mirror?”“I did, actually, it adds a whole new dimension to the experience.”“That's good, because I'd like to open these other curtains so that we can all be reflected in this mirror.” And walking to the other wall, he drew the curtains to reveal an identical mirror to the one in the other room. It made the room feel larger, of course, even though it was a large room already, and I must admit the idea of seeing myself in action again was a huge. ." What?" I just can't believe it." What?" That you're not a virgin." Don't even try it. I doubt that you are." Try me..."One guess. "Hayley."He stopped."Exactly. And I've known Craig a whole lot longer than you knew Hayley." Sophie, seriously. What are Mom and Dad going to think? And what about Adrienne? You have to tell Mom and Dad, it's not even funny." But like you said, what are they going to think? They won't exactly be jumping for joy." Agreed, but still." Still what? There is no still.. " I muttered, pulling myself up. I took a deep breath and swallowed. "Better." King muttered. I heard him undo his trousers and I listened to them fall to the floor. "You're going to get fucked like the little slut you are." He rubbed the head of his cock over my asshole, pushing it slightly and gauging my reaction. I repressed the need to pull away from him, but I had completely tensed up. King pulled back, disgust colouring his voice. "You've never had a cock in your ass, slut?"I shook my.