Finally, after her little exhibition was finished, Emily hopped onto the bed, snuggled up to Nina’s side. The dildo, black as night and shining chee...ily in the bedroom’s lamp glow, rubbed up against Nina’s leg. Was that arousal Nina felt, or apprehension? With Emily, she rarely knew the difference. “It’s not too big,” Nina remarked, just because she lacked anything else to say.“Is that bad, or good?”“I dunno. Just a statement.”Emily rolled her eyes. Nina was still wearing boxers, but Emily had. .or would i rather??no dont be such a slut, i pulled my knix up , straightened my dress and made my way to naps!i spent a few hours in there... plenty of girls to chat to and some even recognized me off the sites!!mind you i was still feeling the effects of the whisky and was drinking j2o's..with the odd half of lager. as the night wore on the place steadily emptied out and i was stood down stairs with my last drink before bed when a guy approached me and started chatting...he knew my part of. Suddenly, Brett froze then drove himself in with one final, savage thrust. I could feel the hot semen from him spurt into me. It burned with powerful happiness as it flowed into my bowels. Stan similarly drove in again and I could feel his seed filling my womb. And with that sensation, the dam broke. I wailed with pleasure, laughing and crying as a final orgasm washed over me. This time, consciousness completely left me. I awoke on my side. A blanket was under me and my head was on Brett’s leg.. Although I'm old enough to be his mother, nearly twice his age, with stretch marks and cellulite, he wants ME. According to him I'm the filthy dirty cock sucking whore he's been looking for. A sluttier, nastier sub than he's encountered before. One who's prepared to push herself to the limit. Who knows where the taboos lay, but just ignores them. And so he's made me his.He turns off the shower, which is my cue to rise and wait by the shower screen with a bath sheet to dry him off. He steps out.