I was always asked about what I thought of our last date and knowing that the twins had swapped would always embellish a little. This seemed to spur t...e other twin to go that bit further than her sister had on my previous date with the other twin. They probably were talking to each other about our dates but probably thought that their sister hadn’t told the whole story?It eventually got to the stage where, when mum and dad were out at the week-end one of the twins would pay me a visit and we. I like it a lot. He asked me to get up and sit on his lap. He reached down and played with my pussy so I lift my legs and spread them open for him.You came back and found us like this. You joined us on the couch and you played with my tits as he continued to finger fuck me. I moved and sat between the two of you. You already have your pants off so I unzip his pants and stroke your cocks at the same time. You watch as he kept playing with my tits. This turns you on so much, you like watching. I was given a car. It’s electric, which is very inconvenient. Also, it has your voice. As in: exactly your voice! As I understand it, Caroline is behind it. Do you recall a voice-over session with the line: ‘I am unable to parse this request’? Because that’s about all the damned thing says. It’s unnerving, but it has proven useful from time to time and even though hearing you upset me at first, I’m now getting used to it. I would like to write lots more, but we agreed to keep it vague. Also,. Each time I felt less like a person and more like piece of meat for these strangers. I began to understand that this was my place. My destiny. I was worthless unless I was being used like this by strangers. While I laid there alone in the dark motel room I made a promise to myself that I would dedicate the rest of my life to this. To have cock and cum in me as often as possible was my goal. I began chanting my head my new mantra: I am a worthless whore. I deserve to be used. I live to serve. I.