.Failing to realize it barely affected her social life, forthere was always a boy ready to throw all the money he could at her.Hopes of going steady w...re worth the price.Mary Anne was sitting on the sofa, thumbing through a magazine whenEugene walked into the room. "Hey there, Jeanie! I need you to take mesomewhere," she said, without even looking up."No way, I've got to get a haircut. Mom and Dad said that I'd have topay for my own gas this summer, and no one's going to hire me anywhereif I. His eyes were burning as he reached for her half-clothed body.She tried to slip around him and back out the door, but he slammed it shut.Shari gulped. She knew he was too strong for her.She watched as he reached down and unzipped his pants. As the zipper came down, the blood in her throat pulsed wildly. He pushed his pants and shorts down at the same time, letting his enormous cock bob out.It throbbed and twitched, rising steadily. Shari couldn't take her eyes off it. She shook her head as he. "Oh nothing, you wouldn't be interested in it. Just some stupid dream" I said. "Ah I see, well what do you have going on today?" he asked. "Nothing, probably just kick back and relax" I said. "I HEAR YA! I haven't had a good chance to relax since last weekend" he said. I smiled and headed for the couch and Craig followed. We both had a lovely afternoon together just relaxing and talking. Somehow we got on the subject of cock. I was bright red and embarrassed to talk about it. Craig noticed this. I had never heard her speak like that. It scared me to hell. "Say it. Say you're my slut." I....I don't want to say that...." Say it!" She slapped me."Don't make me...."She slapped me hard again. "Say it and be proud of it."I whispered, "I....I'm your slut." Louder!"I said a little louder, "I'm your slut." I wanted to scream it, I knew it would feel good."Louder!"I screamed, "I'm your slut!" Again!" I'm your slut! Your whore! I'm a filthy fucktoy for your pleasure!" It felt incredible. "I'm.