I was nervous as I went in the other room getting dressed in a short black skirt white top, white tiny bikini panties and even the heels fit, last the...wig, I didn't look that bad but was still nervous going out to see him, he was all smiles and complimentary making me feel semi relaxed, he could tell so he went and got us a couple shots of liquor, now I didn't drink but I wanted to relax drinking them they were nasty and strong but I did feel better. He told me I needed one more thing to make. A thing to be used." She knelt in front of him again, this time with her knees wide, her hands spreading her labia, back arched and breasts offered. "A piece of meat. If you consent, if you go through that door with me, there is no going back. There is no safe word. There is nothing but our whim." "Yes, yes, yes," she sobbed, reaching for his feet again with trembling hands. He stepped back. "Get up and go to the porch." She started reaching for her clothes. "Leave them here. You won't need. Ray: "Fuck Bret! I can feel your thick of pressing against mine through her walls"Bret: "Fucking right! It's the hottest thing I've ever experienced"Me: *moaning and gasping, struggling to speak* "I'm--on---the--PILL RAY!"Just me saying that caused Ray to pick up the pace. Driving his hips against mine. Making me feel every....thick....girthy....veiny inch of his cock. My tight pussy could feel him getting close. I felt him start to throb and pulse inside me. And just like before, in perfect. Being beholden to a lesbian had to be better than being raped by her father, and probably his friends, or being some pimp’s bitch.Late one evening, during the second week after Nicole moved in, she had just taken a bath and was sitting at her dressing table brushing out her beautiful long red hair when Carrie walked in. Nicole was sitting there nude, except for the towel she had wrapped around her. Carrie went over and took the hairbrush from Nicole and started brushing her hair for her. When.