As much as I tried to avoid them, I couldn't help but notice one of the guys was all over Sandra. He was touching her, put his arm around her, whisper...d in her ear. She was drunk and giddy and pulled the guy, Steve, I think his name was, on to the dance floor. They were like a train wreck from being so drunk. When the band played a slow song she was hanging onto him tightly, pressing her body against his. At one point he leaned down to kiss her and she responded by giving him a long soul kiss. "Dex, why are you doing this?"Leaning back and looking thoughtful, Dex responded. "Cheryl, you are one of the nicest people I know, and I consider you a good friend. You know something about my past, and how I feel about women being abused." Abused? But I'm not abused." There are many forms of abuse. Your mother is abusing you." What do you mean? She's never hit me or even been unreasonable about my going out or anything." No, I know she hasn't, but she has abused you psychologically. Tell me,. So get the kettle on.” “Okay, no problem, Shane.” I turn away to fill up the kettle and put it on to boil, allowing them all to take in my ass and legs now. Over the slight hum of the kettle boiling I can half hear mumbled comments behind me, but one lad isn’t quite as subtle. ‘Look at the arse on her, she’d definitely get it’ I feel myself redden, not believing he just said that so loudly. So many dirty thoughts run through my head, imagining how much fun I could have with so many cocks. I try. And the only reason they would come to me is to live out theirfantasies. But to answer your questions, yes, I enjoy people abusingme and treating me like dirt."I sat her on the bed, spread her legs and looked up at her."You still have their cum", I told her.She nodded."Let me clean you up", I said and spread her legs wider apart.First I lapped up the cum that had rolled down her thighs and crusted.Then slowly moved towards her cunt. As I got closer, her moans gotlouder. I lapped all the cum off.