My parents used to stay on the ground floor. I and brother had our rooms in the upper portion of the house. After the first few days of marriage, my b...other started his busy schedule again and my chechi was very bored most of the time.She used to consider me as a kid and asked my parents to let me sleep with her as she was afraid to sleep alone. Even my brother considered me as a kid and parents also didn’t think too much into all that. Thus, I started sleeping in brother’s room during his. I did enjoy sex--not sex to cement a long and loving marriage, but sex for its own sake, sex for fun. Sex for the thrill of it. "Say it again." I said." "You're a fucking whore," replied Thomas. "A fucking cock sucking, cum drinking, thrill seeking whore. A slut." "Yes," I hissed. "That's me. Right now I want your cock." I punctuated the sentence by squeezing it once more, and felt it move in my hand. "Right now, it's yours." I drained my glass and Thomas his bottle, picked up my handbag and. I had seen her type everywhere I went and I generally found them hot little numbers when they had no choice but to bend over and grab their ankles.The sun ahead of us was slowly sliding down into the jumbled smog that looked more like a cloud than a poisonous pollution that would turn healthy lungs into a doctor’s textbook of unhappy symptoms.Hollywood was a mecca for the lonely and the go-to place for kinky souls.We pulled up into the driveway in the hills just outside the famous home of the. She'd found it in his room, and when she'd opened it up a message popped up asking if she'd like to restore the last session...laptop hadn't been shut down properly. She clicked yes automatically, not even thinking. The laptop immediately booted up and she realized it'd opened to a porn website. She'd felt herself flush with embarrassment and quickly went to shut the laptop. Something caught her eye though. She'd seen porn before, sure, but this was different. These were images of girls with.