Greg looked up at me. "You dirty slut" he said as he put his cock in my pussy. Joe said "You are are a filthy whore. Keep sucking my cock". I groaned ...s Greg began to thrust his cock deep and hard. "Fuck me harder" I managed to say. "But don't cum yet". Greg pulled out and I got on all fours. Joe stood in front of me, putting his cock back in my mouth. Greg was now behind me. I felt his cock enter my tight arse. Joe was thrusting his cock in my mouth until I was gagging. Greg was fucking my. .. by accident... at a seminar gone wrong... did you? If it was too good to be true... then it probably wasn't true. Was he just slick? Was he just playing her, like her boyfriend had? Did he just have a different ploy... acting like the good guy, who cares about you, so your defenses will be down?What she'd finally decided was that he'd had the chance to get what a man like that would want. She'd been flaunting it at him... had made it clear he could have it. But he'd turned away. She knew. I may as well have started smoking, something I promised my uncle, a physician, that I would never do. Within weeks, I was carrying in my purse a bottle of No Doze, Excedrin, and a can of liquid caffeine almost everywhere I went ... and even then it seemed I barely managed to get through my days.Adrienne, at one point, tried to get me to open up, but for some reason I'd withdrawn into my own little cave of isolation. I was making my career happen, I was dazzling the photographers, but I wasn't. There was a lot of "move your tongue up a little" and "press right there" and " I love it when you do that" and "Oh Bobby, if you stop now I'll just die!" and things like that. And the conglomeration of all of them put together taught me how to make her squeal. Literally. When she felt that first orgasm coming, she knew instinctively that she was going to be loud, and she grabbed the pillow under her head and moved it on top of her head. Well, her face, but you know what I mean.Even then it was.