“I'm Bailey.” Black haired girl held out a bottle of ice cold water. Red piped in from the front, “...and I'm Emma.” “You guys are lifes...vers. I'm Avery. It's nice to meet you.” A few minutes later I'd finished my bottle of water and had a protein bar. Bailey broke out a bottle of tequila and started pouring shots. “So, where were you headed Avery?” “To a concert in Cali. I couldn't afford to go to the beach for spring break. I just wanted to get drunk, have fun and maybe get laid this. I waste no time, and press up against the berry of your ass with my cock’s swollen head. I again slide two of the fingers of my right hand into your now empty but sopping pussy, gather your juices on them, and then place them into your mouth. I want you to taste yourself, to savor how excited you are by our mating. I order you to suck my fingers, swirl your tongue around them while I fuck you, just as your tongue will later by swirling around my cock. I now slowly but powerfully push my way. She took my hand. “I heard it all in high school. I was president of the ‘itty bitty titty committee’. People would see my bra straps and ask, if I had no hands would I wear gloves? I heard it all.”I’d heard this before. She seemed to feel it necessary to reiterate it. So I just gave her a supportive look.“My initials were BB, so people called me Beebe, but that became BBs. It was meant as a knock on my lack of boobs. People would actually look at my chest as they said it and smile, thinking. I traced some of the strokes the Mead had placed on the backs of her thighs. The moved up to comment on the cuts to her sit spot.Little did Sally know that these had been arranged by me! Finally tracing the hard, parallel tramlines on her full bottom.By this time the cuts were coming to fruition, some weeping a little blood. The poor girl must have suffered so.I told Sally to get completely nude and I would dress her wounds.Sally bent over my desk and I fetches a bowl of warm water and some.