"Hello, I'm sorry, I did not mean to frighten you," he said smiling, holding his hands up. "I could not help but stare at you in the food court." What...do you want sir?" I asked him quietly as I sat there fumbling for my mace pepper spray just in case. I had the keys in the ignition, ready to fire the truck up and drive away quickly."I know this will sound very strange, but, um, the hot dog…is it still inside your pussy?" he wistfully asked.I nodded slowly at him, having forgotten it was still. Uh, Sandra and I have worked extra shifts and spent most of the money on our home near Atlanta, but we've always put some money in our savings account since our first payday. We've been frugal with our paydays, other than the money we spent on the house." But we can't get to it," Sandra picked up. "The FBI has held Art's salary for over a year while he was undercover, but if they transfer the money to his account and he tries to use it, it could be traced to him. Art is also leery about trying. Or about the money you’ve given away.’Every accusation she made felt like a punch to the stomach. I guess that’s probably just what happens when you are confronted with the truth of the things you’ve done, the secrets you’ve made and kept.I was made to kneel, still naked, but untied in front of my couch while Shandi gently slapped David’s face and pulled down the zip on his trousers. She leant down and whispered into his ear, it was inaudible to me, but then as she whispered to him she undid. They pounded me hard from both ends.Here all I wanted was to fuck a few guys this school year, and here I was taking multiple cocks. I was ashamed of myself for a nanosecond, then realized in that moment that I love cock and I love feeling slutty.Jordan then switched places with Sam, and Sam watched as I got fucked in two holes.Then Jay pulled out of me and sat at the end of the couch. He pushed his cock in my mouth, this time gently, letting me suck him off at my own pace.“Now, you’re gonna.