"I let Dee pick out half the songs. She picked that one we just played. I picked this one." As she said this, "Everybody Loves Somebody" by Dean Marti... started playing. "Why don't you ask me to dance, mister?" I would, except I can't dance." This was almost true. I could dance, but didn't want to make a fool of myself by staggering around with her while I was already more than half in the bag from all those earlier drinks I'd finished. "What's your name?" I go by Sue Lee. I don't much care for. When I was nude, except for my work boots and bandanna, Batuco told me to reach under the desk and get what was there. I got down on my knees, eager to obey, feeling around. My hand hit an object. I grabbed it and pulled it out and brought it to him. He was sitting on a stack of mattresses, reading a porno magazine. While I waited I looked at the object in my hand. It was a bunch of wire coat hangers wrapped in black electrical tape. After a while Batuco looked up. "You know what that is?" he. It was awkward sitting there on a small chair; but we managed to do a little mutual masturbation, gently stroking each other’s pussy.Laura was now really working up a sweat as she pounded her dumb blonde friend from behind. Her hips were thrusting like crazy and I could only imagine being on the receiving end of her amazing strap on sex. If only I had found this rubber dildo first, Laura could be taking out her frustrations on me. Something told me she knew what she was doing, as she pressed. She loved her sister. She loved her with every fiber of her being, but she didn’t like her very much. Alicia was temperamental, self-centered, and conniving and her fantasy world didn’t often coincide with reality. It was all the more impressive that she got away with as much as she did. Tamara’s older sister didn’t seem to care for anyone but herself. Yes, the older girl made allowances for her younger sister but Tamara was convinced it was merely so she didn’t look bad to others.Tamara looked.