All I should have had to do was show him my pussy and he'd follow me and obey my every whim. Instead I get some cocksucker who tells me he wants lovem...king. What the fuck is that? Men don't want tenderness. They want to pound your pussy!" we heard Aine rant."And the girls with him. That one Constance. God, who knew virgins her age existed, and what a worm she is. You can tell she doesn't want to have sex, but she'll roll over and claim it was her idea just to avoid getting kicked out an. ” And then the long, sleepless night, waiting for someone to find out what really happened, watching the TV news, desperately hoping to see Mitch’s image captured by a news camera. And then, when he finally came home, the enormous relief. And then Mitch’s maddening silence. But Mitch was bursting to talk today, a mood Rita had not seen in years. “So what happened?” she asked eagerly. “We got to this old house and it was already almost fully involved, smoke everywhere, big flames coming out. But there I lay on my back just outside the steps of the bar. Hovering over me was Mike. He made sure I didn't get back up from his punch. I am in decent shape, but I looked like a muscle-less sissy next to Mike, who was absolutely jacked. Mike was in our rival frat. His frat was definitely the "best" on campus but they were all meatheads and idiots. I regained my composure and stood up. It looked like I was crying but I wasn't. He had just hit me right between my eyes, right on the top of my. I heard my wife telling Phil she wanted to see him penetrate me. She seemed really into it but was remaining hands-off on the side of the bed. Phil was back to the head of the bed with his cock in my mouth as I sucked while he used his hands to examine my body. My wife put Phil's phone on the mattress in front of my face as she showed me a picture, telling me this was how she wanted to see me. Any pride or dignity I had left was dashed as I looked up to see my ass on display after my wife had.