I will throw you at a celebrity one day, I just can't decide between Stephen Colbert or Christoph Waltz. But one day I will use you. Dear blue lace br...- I don't wear you very often because your underwire hurts me sometimes, but I am too nice to throw you away because I still secretly love you. Thank you for supporting me for all these years. Dear push-up bras- You are amazing and I like wearing you. Thank you for helping gravity to keep my breasts up. Thank you for the free drinks you have. Eventually Sharron got up and led Ellen into one of the bedrooms where Paul was lying on the bed naked. They both got on the bed beside him and they both started licking his cock and caressing his balls. At one point Ellen was on her knees sucking Pauls cock and Sharron was sucking Ellen's vagina. Paul eventually got up and lay Ellen on her back spread her legs and slid his cock deep into her. He was big, not as big as David , but big enough and Ellen groaned as he filled her up. Sharron was. "She's waking up," said the woman again."Pound her," another man grunted. Something hit me hard over the head. I don't remember after that.I was brutally awakened when the truck stopped moving. Large hands shook me awake, making my shoulders hurt as they shook me. I felt colder, and didn't know where I was."Randy?" I asked."Not anymore, bitch." Somebody slapped me, hard and long, first across my face and then across my tits. I was scared to death."What? W-where am I?" Shut up, you slut."I. "Have your breakfast, full ablutions, and put on those black lace French knickers you bought last month from Harvey Nicks, highest white slut-heels, tie your hair back, that's all. I'll see you downstairs in precisely one hour." My eyes began to sparkle too.I prepared meticulously, and after a final dab of festive pink lipstick and a spritz of Shalimar, the perfume I always wore for Margaret, I teetered downstairs on tarty four-inch spikes. The whole house was warm this morning, but especially.