Oh, no. She was a subby slut just like Mandy had said. Brandi could feel her cunt getting moist as she kneeled before her Master. Mike patted the seat...cushion next to his spot on the sofa, indicating for Brandi to sit."Feed me some cake slave." Mike gently demanded."Yes Master." Brandi replied demurely.Picking up the plate and fork, Brandi sliced off a bite and held it out for her master. As she fed him, Mike would occasionally indicate that she should take a bite or drink from the milk glass.. "It's some sort of game... I think Bobby Fisher left it in my room." said Denise with the usual lethargy that accompanied anything that wasn't drama, seducing hunky boys, or getting double-teamed after too many shots of fireball. "How do I look?" She turned to Claire for critique, but she really wanted affirmation that she slayed... and she did slay, but at times it was overbearing. Denise would turn any eye at the party on a regular day, but in those booty shorts and fishnet leggings the guys. I was close to cumming and thetingles I felt as the head of his cock slid up and down the entrance tomy pussy sent me into ecstasy. I tried, against my natural urges, to warnhim that I was still a virgin as Jeff and I had yet to mate completely.Luckily, as it worked out in the longer run, his cock was so huge that hecouldn't get anywhere near entering me and both of us, in the effort oftrying to mate, became so excited we exploded over each other.Firstly, the anal tingles turned into an anal. Our tongues connecting in a passionate kiss. I got up, winked at him and put on a movie.Looking surprised he asked, "Where are you going?"I didn't reply, I just looked deep into his eyes, I could see the lust in his eyes, the arousel. I could feel my panties getting wetter by the minute. I walked to him and climbed on top of him. There was one thing I hated, that he still had his clothes on. I started taking off his clothes till he only had underwear on. I took off my clothes, the little I had.