Just like you were doing with your throat muscles. Yeah, just grip my cock with your hole. That’s better. But you need to milk it. Open up and relax...as I punch into you, then grip down as tight as you can as I start to pull out. There you go, just like that. Now your getting it. You are a good little fuck toy, aren’t you?” I realize that my friendship with Dylan is over. He no longer sees me as his friend, or even as another guy. I am nothing more than a cum rag to him.  A thing to take his. "She turned her head to look as he reached into the bag again. She didn't recognize the two metal devices he pulled out. Not until he reached and and put the first one on her right nipple. The girl squealed with pain as she felt her nipple pinched tight in the jaws of the device. She squealed again and jerked hard when he put the other clamp on her left nipple. The man grabbed a handful of her hair and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders. "Ride it bitch," he snarled in her ear. "Ride. “Well, he was going to give us two hundred, so at least that. My tits are worth twice that much; I think he got his money’s worth in the car!”“Hmm, I guess. We can always return stuff if we have to.” Cindy reasoned.“Or show him our pussies…,” Stacy grinned.“Can I help you ladies?” The girls turned to see a handsome clerk standing beside them. He was definitely checking them out, stealing glances at their full firm tits. “My name is Stan, what can I do for you young movie stars?” he teased,. Class of ’97,’ he said. ‘That’s amazing. This town’s really excited about it, the first reunion since the plague,’ she said. Collin grimaced at that, stifling a pang of guilt. First one since the plague, and only a third of the graduating class of ’97 responded. He had read in the paper that morning that two of his former classmates attempted to track down the senior class, mailing notices to all last known addresses. A third responded. Most others were returned with a postmaster stamp along.