Here he was sucking on my neckanyway. I thought it was ironic and said, "Your not supposed to besucking me ya know" I joked.He leaned back and winked.... "That's right you're the beer server girltonight aren't you. You should be doing the serving I bet" he unbulkedhis pants.I tried to explain that it wasn't what I meant but it was to late. Hiscock was out. He grabbed my hand and used it to masturbate him. "Lickyour hand," he said shoving my own hand in my face. "Get a lot of spiton it" I spit. ‘Yes, sir, please’ she begged as she continued to grind. ‘Stand up now, Meagan’ I commanded, ‘Face the wall and lean against it. Further down.’ When Meagan was almost at a 90 degree angle, I stepped behind her, lifted her dress, and entered her. ‘It’s not time to cum, yet, dear. I’m going to enjoy your firm body.’ My hand moved up her dress and under her bra. Her tits were so hard, and I could feel her protruding nipples. I cupped my hands around her breasts and rammed my weight into her tiny. It was less awkward this time, partly because of the alcohol we'd both consumed and partly because of the darkness, I've always felt more at home in the night.You liked my shoes, you said as I leant over and slipped them off slowly, your eyes following my movement as my dress gaped to show a little cleavage. I hung my coat over the back of the chair and you got your first full look at my new dress, I could see that it pleased you, red, low cut, very short, with strategic black lack inserts. I. “I can’t like this…not here…” she protested, glancing out to the hallway again. “But do you want to…?” he pressed her. “God, yes.” “Then do it…Whore.” Her eyes locked onto his at the word. “Whore.” He repeated He knew he had struck a chord with her. “Whore. Fucking whore. You want to cum, don’t you, you little cumslut whore?” She nodded. “You like that word, don’t you-whore?” “Yes.” The word came trembling out, her eyes never leaving his. “Tell me you’re my whore…my dirty little.