I want my bitch to wear bright red lipstick, so i put it on for him. Then walked to me and forced his cock into my mouth forcing it in. I was gagging ...nd drooling trying to suck that huge thing. My lipstick was now a mess, but seemed to like it. He likes his bitch messy. Time to make my bitch pregnant. I was worried because his cock was going to tear me open. He pulled the plug out and i felt a pop hoping a had a nice gape for him. He stuck 2 fingers in me working my pussy, they went in easy so. She grabbed my hair, and calling me "slut" and "whore", she fucked me very hard. This strap-on was about eleven inches long, and she was ramming every inch of into me. "OH FUCK." I screamed. She began fucking even harder, calling me names and slapping my ass, she went crazy. I lost it, "GOD...KIRBY...FUCK ME!" Just about then, I heard this evil laugh, Debbie was in the room, watching. "Fuck her." she told Kirby, "Fuck her hard." Kirby lifted my body, pushed down on my shoulders, and tore into. She gave me a big hug around the neck. "I was hoping you would win. I always hope you win." "Would you like to go someplace more private," I asked her and she nodded her head yes. "What's your name?" "Terry." I took her hand and led her up the stairs to the now empty announcers booth. As we entered I locked the door behind us, spun her around and gave her a deep lingering kiss. Her ankle length white dress was sleeveless with straps over the shoulders. I slid the straps over her. I want to hear everything," she said.True to her word, Alice held me and asked me to tell her everything. As it happened, my first letter from Becky had arrived that day and Alice was the only one I wanted to share it with. Watching her reach for her purse, find a pair of thin, metal-rimmed glasses and put them on, gave me distressing assurance that I had been right; the workload was affecting her physically.Saturday July 18, 1987Dear Sammy,Your Mom gave me the letter. I can't describe the.