Not a single day would go by that they didn't call him a mama's boy and would then put him down for his choice of clothing.Dean would feel a lump grow...in this throat as he just watched when this would take place. Yes, he knew this was wrong, but he didn't want to lose favor with them until he found out how similar he was to Cathal.You see, the word quickly spread around school that, like Dean, Cathal lived with his single mother at home. But, unlike his mother's job, her occupation was that of. I started to choke and gag but that didn’t stop him, he just kept face fucking me. He then lifted me up pulled off my dress and bra.“Oh you dirty little girl, you wore a thong for me, grind on me bitch” Once again I did what he wanted I turned around put my ass on his cock and grinded. I could feel his thickness and it made me even wetter and hornier. I moaned and started to play with my pussy.“Oh you like this bitch, you getting wet off of this do you want me to fuck you?”“Mmmmm yes please. " well you don't have any candy and your not dressed up!" what the fuck is candy? well its small customized bracelets that these girls and guys make to represent each rave they have been too. they trade them with others or give them away. she asks me my name and i say justin and i ask her for hers she tells me her name is berrie. what the fuck yea thats what i though. she ask me if i have ever had a light show and i say no and she lays me on my back in the middle of the floor. she has this. I continued slowly and scanned the house address numbers when I saw what looked like a common streetwalker. The young lady was dressed in a really short, plaid, pleated skirt and thigh high’s. I think that’s what they are called. Black nylon type stocking that ended just above the knee. The contrast of her white thighs showing between her skirt and the blackness of her stockings made her look seductive. I must have been concentrating of her legs and didn’t realize that the young lady was my.