To the right were some tables, half of them empty and the rest with some men and women sitting at them. All of the men were wearing black leather jack...ts with jeans and leather boots. The women were all dressed, or undressed, like whores and sluts. They were wearing corsets or tube-tops over short skirts or shorts and dark stockings that led to outrageous fuck-me heels.All eyes were on Angie as the driver led her to the back of the club. He was saying something to her, but the music drowned out. “Oh God!” I picked up my speed. “Yes! I’m going to cum again!” Lacy yelled. “uhhhh, AHHHH!”“AHHHHHHH!” We both came. “Now wipe off, and get going.” Mom said, she had watched our climax. I yanked up my shorts and kissed mom goodbye while heading out the door. Lacy followed a few seconds after. She was in the same school as me now, a couple grades lower, but at least we could car pool together.Things had been going really well. Lacy was completely understanding of mine and mom’s relationship. She. It would have made more sense to her than the idea that Victor would...Brad put his hand on Gina's thigh and squeezed it. "You still want to do this the night of the party?" Yes, Brad," said Gina with a soft eagerness in her voice. "Whenever you want to do it." Damn. I wish my parents were gone tomorrow, too." Any time you want."Brad smirked and chuckled. "You're starting to sound like you're my slave or something."Because Victor let you believe it.Victor let her believe that Brad had been her. He yanked my top away to expose my a-cup breasts and he licked them. He bit on my nipples. He squeezed both of them hard. I had tears in my eyes from the sheer pain and he won’t stop. I was hoping the door was ajar but it was closed shut. Then he slid down a bit and pulled my bottoms down. I didn’t raise my hips to let it off easily but he pulled hard anyway. I shaved that night in preparation for my major-hood but I guess it became a fucking treat for him.He lapped my pussy. He didn’t care.