How does it feel, whore?"He pulled out of my mouth and gripped my throat as I spoke. "I love it.. oh god, I love it.. please keep me trapped, fuck me ...ike the whore I am, oh god i'm such a stupid whore, fuck.." I was cut off as he started fucking my face again, and I did my best to please him. Soon, his cum was blasting across my face, and I saw a cameraman capturing every shot on film. My face in full view, I knew tonight's video would make for a major addition to their growing blackmail. " He smiled politely and turned his attention back to his notes.Mariah wasn't just an old friend. She was an old flame. Even though she was a few years younger than Marcus and Jack, she and a few of her friends had been a part of their crowd. She'd always had a thing for Jack—and on more than one occasion they'd fooled around. They never had sex, but they'd done just about everything else, usually under the influence of alcohol. Eventually they started going out. Mariah, however, wasn't really. I was beginning to think I had a handle on Kara. When I picked her up she was once again a little nervous. But as I mentioned, once within the gates she was The Baudy Wench and acted it. As long as she was 'on-stage' she seemed to be sure of herself. If we could continue the role-playing, maybe we could avoid the awkwardness that had pervaded everything other than the volleyball.As we walked out the gates I turned to her and said "Lass, thy coach awaiteth," and did the old doffing the cap and. ”I turned my head to see that Mickey had opened Chloe’s blouse and was fondling her tits with a disgusting smile on his face. Chloe was crying softly, but standing quietly as Mickey pulled on her big boobs and pulled on her nipples. She had taken after me and developed early, so even as a late teen, she had heavy, D-cup breasts that stood out from her otherwise thin frame. As I watched, Mickey pushed her to her knees and pulled out his cock, forcefully shoving it into her mouth. He held the.