You slowly rub your cock against my clit in tight circular motions, teasing me until I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs and onto my sexy ass... then to the sheets below. I hold my breath, praying you'll penetrate me, my breasts are heaved upward as the air begs to escape my lungs; I know I'm incapable of exhaling until you're satisfyingly deep inside of me. In short gasps, I watch your eyes, hoping to figure your next move. You slowly place the head of your cock right by my slit,. Well, I figured that I was experiencing what it was like to be a pre-teen, so, for some stupid reason, I accepted.After the party Marcia and I cleaned up and talked about the party. Shewas happy when I told her that I was going to go out with Greg the nextday, (I still didn't understand why I accepted).She is the one who used the word "date". I never looked at it that waybut as I said, I wanted to live like a young girl the week and a half soI did what I thought a girl would do.Marcia told me. I was in heaven. I love sucking cocks, but big black cocks were my favorite.I was really getting into it when I heard a scream. I almost had a heart attack. I pulled away from the guys cock in time to see and hear my wife go absolutely over the edge. I won't go into details, but she was pissed. She yelled, screamed, cried and then went back to yelling again. John's cock just withered as we both stood (or knelt in my case) and listened to my wife. Then she got real quiet. I was afraid to move or. Eve jumped off the floor with the strength and swiftness of Mike's last swat. "I...AM...NOT... A...SLUT!" she blurted out.Mike swatted her again, her ass was bright red and stinging. But, she didn't move an inch."Listen, my sweet, juicy, little whore. You will bend over that chair." Eve smiled and kissed Mike on the cheek. "That is better, Sir. Whores are bought and paid for, sluts give it up for nothing. Tonight I am your sweet, juicy, little whore. Tomorrow I may be your slut. But.