“What the heck kind of dare is that?” I demand? “Hah, I have a feeling that things are gonna get a bit out of hand here in a moment and I thin... you should get some personal time to consider how far you go, now be a good girl and give us a bit of a show. Don't worry, we won't leave you out!”I'm not sure what to think but I get p on the couch and tentatively slide a ginger finger over my panties, tracing my slit. I'm horny as hell, and really embarrassed to be pleasuring myself for an. My fingers curled into the couch, “Fuck me, Rob! Don’t stop!” His fingers wrapped into my hair and pulled until my back arched, biting my neck with an almost desperate groan, “Where do you want me to come, slut?” My answer was a groan, “Come in my ass, Rob, please!” Another slap, this time to my bouncing ass. “I didn’t hear you, whore!” I took a shaky breath, his name-calling strangely arousing, and moaned, “Come in my tight, needy, slutty ass, Rob. Please! Your cock is already stretching me; I. She shivered and turned her lips to his for a kiss. The kiss lingered for a bit, and they only broke off at the sound of a woman pretending to clear her throat. It was one of Barb's friends, and while she didn't say anything, it was obvious she wanted to know why Barb was there with a date and not her husband. Barb let her friend lead them over to a table where introductions were made. Her date made her explain about the bet. Barb was surprised to see how many of her friends relaxed when she. "She's hurt!" Sean exclaimed. "Somebody's hurting her!"He tried to pull free and go rescue Béla."It's okay, li'l buddy," Pat said, holding on tight, "it's what she does. Right, Mike?"Mike nodded agreement."But she's in there alone! With all those men..." Sean cried, then suddenly stopped, realizing his brothers were right.'It's what she does... 'He wondered if the fascinating, fragile woman he'd met and talked to and made love to for the last hour or so was real, or just an illusion. She.