Nothing more. You’re lovely. But....it’s not what I do. I’m totally straight!” Miss Stevens burst out laughing and reached for the strap on d...ldo from the table, toying with it in her hands as she looked at Nancy. Her eyes narrowed. “You’ll be whatever I make you, whore. And I’m about to make you the filthiest little lesbian in this house. And you’ve just given me some ideas for your next few months here. You really must be careful what you say around someone like me slut!” She fixed the. ”We went outside and soon had walked to our tree and sat under it. I told Frannie about the weekend, then the attack. That the one that had slapped Jacki was in the hospital with “crushed nuts”, and the others were beat by the bystanders that helped pull them off. “But other than that, it was a good weekend” I said, and smiled.“And other than that, how was the play Mrs. Lincoln? Holy crap Pete, I can’t believe that happened to you. All because you were with Jacki? I might have expected it from. ” He joked before his massive pole spewed a huge load deep inside of me. Who knew who would be my baby’s daddy, when I did get pregnant, since it seemed that I had been fucking everyone whom I had met. It made me so hot to think like that and I kept sliding on my husband’s tool until it went limp and slipped out of my worn out vagina. He had fucked me 5 times in the last 2 days, that we had been together, and he wanted me to go to New York in a couple of days, to meet him for the weekend. I had. Then they touched the tip of my swollen nipple. I was so excited, so turned on and I didn't want it to stop. The glass of wine I had with dinner and dark theatre seemed to add a surreal sense to it all. As if, it wasn't really happening. Mark played with my nipple. Very lightly, very gently as if he was thinking that it would still be something that was happening accidentally. I moved my hand a little on his thigh and felt the hardness of his young penis at the tips of my fingers. Instead of.