I was nervous, listening for the sound of anyone, and trying to get him off quickly so we could get out of there. "You like my dick in your mouth, don...t you?" he asked. "Yes," I mumbled, slurping away, licking and stroking. "And you like getting your twat stuffed full of cock?" Yes," I nodded, dropping one hand to my clit. "Good, because you're going to be plenty of that." He grabbed my head between his hands, and suddenly I felt another pair of hands cup my tits. I yelped and tried to back. As I was sneaking down the back hall, I heard a couple of the tough girls talking about me. “Hell, I was as flat chested as Sandy until I started having sex, then they just grew like overnight,” she boasted showing off her 34 Cs. Well at least there is some chance I thought. I just started to brighten up when the next thought hit me. How would I ever have sex with a boy when they wouldn’t even look at me in the first place other than to laugh at my flat chest? I started walking home when. Shit hasn’t even started yet…Now lets make our way upstairs…first door on the left…This is where im gonna do you right…Now let me watch u take panties off…That’s right baby nice & slowIt might cold outside… but its pretty hot in here…I mma take my shirt off for now…Now its ure turn to take care of me…I wanna feel ure lipz on mine… Whisper to my ear how bad u want meUndo that belt slowly…Oh yes… that’s it…Rub it just like that…Take my boxers off with ure teeth… Yh girl don’t be shy … show me wat. While I was driving, I went across the street and drove through the parking lot of Daisy Dooks. There were no hours posted, but the website had said that they opened at 5:00 and were open until 4:00 am. Not serving alcohol allowed them to set their own hours.I followed the highway back across the interstate. The industrial-trucking area soon gave way to residential streets with restaurants and gas stations along the highway itself. I stopped at a place called The Machine Shed and had a very.