"More." She said."What?" More." She blushed.I didn't understand what she meant, but I was determined not to just jump into her mind and find out."Make...me do something." Her blush deepened. "Make me ... just make me."The doorbell rang.Natalie laughed. "There's your other mind fucked slut."I walked over and opened the door. There stood Angela, dressed in a short and pretty white skirt and a tight blue top. Her hair was clean, trimmed, and pulled back into a pony tail. She was wearing nice make up. “Suck it slut… and get used to cunt juice as I plan on doing a lot of fucking… my personal cock cleaner” Cathy tried to pull back up to voice her objections, but Ross’s grip was firm. He was now pumping two fingers into Vicky’s cunt. He needed to fuck even though Cathy’s mouth felt good on his cock… and he did say he was going to finish in Vicky’s mouthHe pulled his two fingers out of Vicky’s pussy. “Get on the bed Vic… I fancy fucking you… don’t mind do you…?” His request was directed at Vicky. Erika regretted that she couldn't even loan me the moneybecause she had gone into debt to pay for my implants and hormonetherapy.My academic future shot, I had no choice -- said Erika -- but to go outto work. "That's what a liberated woman does," she declared. "She earnsher own way in life. She depends on no one." And in case I didn't getthe message, she told me that I'd have to move out if I didn't starthelping with expenses.The honeymoon over, I got a job waitressing at $3.00 an hour in. I bow very low, so they can see all of my breasts and my stiff and tingling nipples. They see what they crave, and what they crave is my surrender so I give it to them. As I kneel before the King and Guinevere herself. They laugh, but the King is hard and Guinevere clenches her thighs tightly together. The King grabs my nipples to stretch and twist them cruelly. Then Arthur himself pushed me down upon the famed round table. Around the table knights and ladies flirt and drink, but their eyes.