She stammered and paused before muttering under her breath and diving into her book bag for her wallet. ‘Who do you think you are, anyway?’ she as...ed, fishing through her wallet for the I.D. she never used. ‘Name’s Michael. I work here. Make sure only the people who are supposed to come in here actually enter.’ ‘Oh…’ ‘Juliet. Pretty name,’ he said, examining the card, ‘but you’re not supposed to be in here. Music students only.’ ‘Like you know everyone who comes in here.’ She started. “Oh, Leyla, yes!”“Make my little slut cum,” her daddy groaned, squeezing my tits hard as he pounded me. “Do it, you little whore! Make her fucking explode on your mouth again. Then I’m going to dump my cum in you and make her lick it out of you!”“Yes!” I hissed in utter delight.I attacked Kimmy’s clit, my snatch clenching down on Mr. Meyer’s thrusting cock. I pumped my fingers in and out of my friend’s silky snatch hard. My tongue flicked and flailed against her little bud nestled in her. The caravan was one controlled by slave traders of evil intent. They had gathered their crop of reluctant virgins by hook and by crook from the impoverished villages along the regal river that flowed for hundreds of kilometers down into the marshy lands of the reclusive boat people of the south.Fortunately for Allie Booty, a virginal gem covered in dust and mud, they had poor procedures in counting their merchandise and when she tumbled from the back of the last camel without raising any alarm,. . well, slut, if you will, was slow deliberate change. I had a boyfriend at the time, lord knows why he stayed with me, but he took things nice and slow as we moved from our friendship to kissing to making out to petting to breast play to oral sex to intercourse and beyond ... way beyond. We crawled around the bases if you know the baseball-sex analogy."Alice continued, "He hung in there with me, and coaxed me through the transition. Maybe I overcompensated, but I kept going. I loved sex – got.