My slut. You used your pierced tongue to lick my ears and neck while you dug your nails along my sides and waist making my bleed slightly. You whisper...d in my ear, “I own your cunt slut.” My heart pounded as you used your tongue to circle my breasts. Then, you used ice cubes to trace the shape of my body. Slowly follow every curve and inch. The heat of my body caused the ice to melt and the water droplets wet the sheets. My pelvis arched and moved as you used the ice to massage my vagina. Your. I started to wonder if I was in with a chance with Jackie. Nothing else happened over dinner, and afterwards we popped back to the bar whilst the room was cleared for our “disco”. Whilst drinking with a few colleagues I noticed Sam and Jackie talking in the corner, smiling and giggling to each other. They looked good, definitely the best in the room in my opinion, and I wondered what they were talking about. I was going to go over and chat to them, when my boss cornered me. Despite this being a. The sheet fell down to show Amanda’s near perfect, 32 C breasts, which usually would’ve brought Dean’s penis straight to life, but now he just felt sick. “D-D-Dean,” Amanda managed to stammer before dropping her face. John didn’t even say anything. In fact, it looked like he was actually having difficulty not grinning. What a bastard! Disgusted at the scene on display before him, Dean grabbed a pair of shorts, shoes, and his phone before he slammed the door behind him.. "You could know a lot of them. I've heard menaround the club talking about you. Half of them want to fuck you. Theother half want to give you a blow job."Beth came back from the ladies room, dropped a five-dollar bill into myglass, put her arm around Amanda and guided her to the dance floor.Amanda smiled mischievously at me over her shoulder as she was led away.I had been so busy playing CDs and talking to Amanda that I hadn'tnoticed Les trying to get my attention so he could give me my.