The thought had barely formed before he hit each nipple in turn. Each hit harder than the last, until she whimpered "Good slut" he whispered. He bent ...is head down and licked and sucked each nipple soothing them. He then unbuttoned the first button on the coat. He touched the tag and gave it a tug. "Whose slut are you?" he asked. "Your slut." she said looking him deep in his eyes the color of the sea after a storm with a smile on her lips. He unbuttoned the next button on the coat. This time he. This wasn't the first time Scooter had seen the T-shirt. She'd thought it was just a joke until she'd met Crystal's boyfriend Randy, and later her college roomie Myleigh, who explained in prissy language, "Yes, we are among a small group who are considered either demigods or certifiable lunatics for daring to surf the ice-water mansions of Gitchee Gumee." The stories Crystal told of winter storm surfing on Lake Superior weren't just stories at all! Scooter was a mildly accomplished skier and. He joined his cohorts and they all smiled evilly at me. The guard who had escorted me to the kitchen improved a growing erection with a few quick strokes of his hand. He was obviously the leader of the pack."You know what to do," he said, a note of finality in his voice."We want from you, what you make the others pay for. It's quite simple really; we're going to use you like the trash that you are." If you want to go crying to Steve after this is over, that's fine with us; we want an excuse to. We’ve completed our search. No contraband, you’re --- Clean.” Tanya said with a smirk. Tanya: “We are going celebrate with a little billy-club sex. The anal boys would really like their cocks sucked. Now we believe in safe sex, so they both have condoms. We don’t get too many nice, cooperative sissy-boys like you, so they’re horny. Suck them for a while. I don’t want to waste a nice clean ass, so I’m going to fuck you with my night stick, and then Officer Diana here is going to fuck you with.