I knew by his breathing he would soon blow his load. I stopped sucking and asked, “Denise do you want to drink his cum?”“God no, I want him to c...m inside my hot cunt! Do you mind Deana?”“Hell no, but only if I can lick you clean when he is done.”Clay shouted, “Hot damn you’d better do something I am about to blow!”Clay moved so she could straddle his cock. I moved so I could play and lick her, while she rode his cock. I helped guide his cock into her love canal. For a moment I watched her ride. "Yeah cunt. I'll leave. For now you skank. We both know you want it.Hell every guy in this building knows you want cock. You're a slut Jenny.Hear me bitch? A slut." I felt like crying as the door shut. It seemed that with every passinghour I spiraled down deeper into the hell of whores. How many synonymswere there for floosie I wondered. I'd have to look so I recognized allthe names I would be called. I began making a list; cunt, slut, whore,skank, tart, trollop...prostitute...I. We both managed to disengage from the writing pretzelon the floor long enough to rip our clothes off. And I do mean thatliterally. At the very least our shirts were in shreds, and in hercase, still hanging on to her arms. She wasn't wearing a bra, andinstead of panties she had on boxers that were only being held up by hershapely hips. But she wasn't acting like someone who had just beensexually assaulted. She was essentially sexually assaulting me, notthat I minded at all in that moment. . ”The jerk is ignoring me, as he speaks with my Gran. I can understand her being the primary focus, but ignoring me is pissing me off. Gran redirects him, “I’m just here to observe today, and I will need to sign for Trent because of his age, but we are here for him.”“So you must be Trent. What can we do for you today?”“It is nice of you to finally acknowledge my existence. Your assistant has all the information you need.”Sorrel interrupts, “I didn’t mean to mislead you. I’m not his assistant..