I guess I shouldn’t really blame him. I didn’t exactly put up much of a fight. Still, I did start to panic when I was dragged from my room and car...ied down the stairs. I half-expected my parents to be kneeling in the living room with their hands cuffed behind their backs. But there they stood, waiting for me. My brother was there as well. He was tall and muscular. He could have survived the Games, but he was a year older than me, which meant he would never be a contestant. The same could not be. Humiliated...yet somehow, those thoughts seemed to turn me on for some reason. I lifted my head from the sink and looked at my reflection in the mirror; what I saw staring back at me, was absolutely fucking crazy.My hair was matted to my forehead from the water and sweat, my mouth was wide open and I was moaning and panting like a fucking whore. Behind me, Nikki continued to pound my ass, slamming in and out of me with such force that the sink shook underneath of me. Our bodies slapping. “I think I know where this is going… can we get a refill?” Fancy said. Lauren downed it again. Fancy looked at her with sincerity.“So I applied to the University of Alabama in high school. What the hell? I would stay close to home. My family all say ‘Roll Tide.’ I Stay with the man I love, but nope… one Friday night in the state playoffs, senior year, after we won a game… I caught him cheating with another cheerleader,” Lauren said, reliving the memory. Jezebel was quietly in the background. Next morning, when she came to work in my bathroom, I went up straight behind her and started rubbing my cock on her ass cheeks. I slightly pressured my hand on her back so she knew she had to stay in that position. She didn’t make a sound and sincerely wiped the floor, while I wiped my cock over her salwar.This went on for a couple of days, so of course she liked it the first time she grinded me. But I was growing bored. So after one fine grinding session, before I went to jerk it off, I.