Knowing he was not going to make this easy for me, I asked, “Why me?”He danced around my question by asking why not me. I sighed deeply, reigning...in my temper. This was turning out to be a test of who could be the most stubborn. It was a stare-off. Finally, he took pity on me.“I’ve waited over two years for you to come out of your protective shell. When I finally think you’re ready, something happens, and you bury your head back in the sand. I know Jed did you wrong, and if I could, I’d beat. John gave her the order that she had to pull her pants up with all the cum in her cunt.Then the Bikers were laying all on the grass and gave her a drink because she deserved it. John said that they she is the best Biker slut that they have ever encountered, and that they can be assured that they will be responsible for her safety when she is with them but that when she is with them, she is their Biker slut and she needs to listen to all the Bikers and should allow them to use her when they want. It fell at my feel. Inner lahanga followed suit and also my panty which had already turned wet.By the time I pulled his T over his head. By seeing his strong wide chest I had a fear. I pulled his pajama knot which fell at his feet. The naughty fellow didn’t wear his underwear and his tool sprang and touched my naked thighs. We both were naked in front of each other as just born babies.He threw me on the bed I fell spread-eagled on my back. I closed my eyes, opened my thighs wide and waiting for. Breasts. I'll do anything you ask me to do, Mistress Cheryl." I don't believe you, girl." Cheryl was pissed off big time. "Vagina? Breasts? You need a lesson on how sluts like you should talk. We'll take care of that on Thursday, my place again, at 6 p.m. sharp. Got it?" Yes, Mistress Cheryl" Good. Remember to get cleaned up nice. It's supposed to rain so wear a raincoat -- nothing else, except a pair of slippers to keep your feet clean. I'll take care of your manners and vocabulary then.".