He looked over to Telea as he rhythmically pumped his dick in and out of Laurel’s mouth. “Are you okay with this?” he asked her.She looked like ... deer in the headlights. He was very clearly raping Laurel - but he had been nice to Telea so far. And Laurel had never been very nice to Telea on the ship - or to anyone, for that matter. And he had seen Telea cast a few resentful looks at the naked bitch sleeping on the beach while Telea had been sweating in manual labour.“She needs to contribute,”. She's 5'6'' with very long wavy light brown hair. She doesn't smile often, but when she does it brightens up any situation. Her breasts are fair, nothing too out of the ordinary. A solid C-cup. What really stands out for her, are her legs. Tight and toned leading up to a firm very round ass. She has a proper woman's body, complete with hourglass hips with a little to grab on to in all the right places. Her skin is like porcelain. At times I find my self getting lost in her big auburn eyes. I. I lose nothing, and gain everything. Would they be angry with me because I made love to you earlier in the week, or will later tonight? No.“If I apply the moral judgments from society at large, we are morally corrupt sinners. But who set those moral standards? Me? Certainly not. Why do I have to buy into those rules? Because some bunch of holier than thou citizens, probably all old men, get incensed that I have multiple wives and sexual relationships with other women. I choose not to give them. ) back in 2001. I'm going to consolidateeverything here on Fictionmania. I hope you enjoy this oldie-but-a-goodie.Becoming Wendy-WhoreFor those of you just joining in on this story, please allow me a momentto recuperate before I catch you up to speed on my tale. After all, somuch had happened to me in the short span of just a few days, that I feltcertain at times that I must have surely been dreaming.Just a few days ago, encouraged by the sexual freedom found on theinternet and my own alcohol.