His fingers found your ass, pushed in deeply. You felt his finger push against his own cock. Writhing and screaming, you were filled with cum and pl...asure.You remember that your next lover pounded you fiercely, your cum-filled pussy made obscene squishing sounds. He didn't last too long, but brought you to the edge of a third orgasm. You remember the one after that wore too much cologne, too strong a musk, and brought you to the strongest orgasm yet with his fingers, before he entered you. . .He nodded, and wrote something down on his notepad.I am also the president of the Social Planning committee. We plan all the benefits, fund raisers, mixers, etc. that our school hosts. All the money is donated to an organization voted on by the various committees prior to the planning of the event. For example, last month, we held a benefit to raise money for the Harlem Children's Zone, a tutorial program that has a close relationship with my school. Many members of our community are. Even after Gretchen had stopped grinding into her and slumped back into the couch, Katrina held fast to her daughter's sex button.Gretchen finally pulled her mother's head from between her legs. Her clit had become so sensitive from the expert sucking that she couldn't stand anymore of it. Katrina whimpered softly, not wanting to let go of the precious nub. Reluctantly, she released it with a popping sound and sat back on her legs.Gretchen pulled her legs up and back, holding them with her. Then I thought, Bud has no such inclinations. He might decide to hurt me just for the fuck of it.I amazed myself, with that thought I had surrendered. I seem to have accepted Buddy James premise of what my life was going to be, at least for the time being, so I began to blow his cock in earnest. If I was going to be his slut I was going to be the best slut I could be, even though I hated the bastard.I was worried about Billy discovering that I was getting fucked by Buddy and who knows who else..