Time for you to count. Drop the chain. I want to hear each number clearly. I start to slap your pussy now. Slow steady slaps, not too sharp. When I te...l you, I want you to count slowly up to 10. As you do, I will slap faster and harder. When you get to 10 you can cum. And when you cum you will squirt. I want you to cum in a flood, emptying yourself into the bowl below. Slap, slap, slap, slap, now count...1...you say, I can barely hear it, your voice so overcome by your convulsing body, you are. Hio said the girl was a pig.He said she probably paid the producer for the part. Aicalled her a cum slut. Irma was touching herself too,like me. I watched as the girl consumed ounce afterounce of cum from those many men. Suddenly, ‘You want to do bukkake?’ Ryu asked. ‘Lynn’s a pig, she’d do it,’ Hio added. Ai and Irma laughed as they moved over to one side.Then Ai lay back with Irma’s tongue went between herlegs. Irma’s fingers were making wet. “Do you like being a slave, Lacy?” Neither of the women failed to note how easily the word slave rolled off Gabriel’s tongue and how he seemed to always ask the right questions to incite the erotic frame of mind he was looking for. It was a sign to both women he had experience, perhaps more than both of them put together, and it made him more interesting to both of them. “I do like it, sir. I don’t know why, but not having control just makes me excited. It makes me feel like . . . oh god.“. All through math class it was all I could think about. Letting him use my body. How I would satiate his lust with my body. I would even let him fuck my ass, something not even Chris, or another guy, had enjoyed.Such guilt shot through me. I'd been so horrible to Justin. I just had the prejudice that I, the head cheerleader, had to be with a popular guy. That I shouldn't be attracted to a nerdy loser like him. It drove me to do such mean things to them. Like that Instagram post that had half the.