Her pussy clamped down on the thick hard cock as if trying to devour it and Amy could feel every inch and every wrinkle of the man's shaft. Amy was i... heaven. Laying on the desk, being fucked by the school janitor like a common street whore, she felt so filthy, so shameful. Amy loved being used and degraded like this. She loved being treated like a whore, and the cruder and more demeaning she was treated, the more turned on she got. She was a slut... a filthy, dirty fuckhole meant to be used. " Yes, what?" Yes, I'll... marry you. As long as you destroy this footage and all copies once my father has seen it." Agreed. You've made me very happy."He leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth. I put my hand up to push him back, but he was too strong. He forced his tongue into my mouth. He made out with me, and placed my hand on his cock."You know the drill, baby doll. I wanna celebrate our engagement."I looked down at the diamond ring on my finger. I didn't have much of a choice. He was,. A giant shoehorn comes to mind, but of course that didn't do it.We bought them a couple drinks and then Paul went to work. Before the first round was finished he had Marcie telling him things about herself that I had never thought I'd hear a woman utter, at least outside the confines of her bedroom.It went something like this:Paul: Have you had many sexual partners?Marcie: Sure!Paul: When do you know, I mean, do you meet a guy an eventually decide you'll have sex with him?Marcie: No, it kinda. It was a cold clear night and our breath came out as white vapour.Jack answered the door by the light of a hooded torch that he held in one hand. It crossed my mind that it would double up as a weapon if needed, if the door-knockers happened to be unfriendly.“Hi, Ed,” he said as he recognised me, “come on in. Het’ll be more than pleased to see you.”I hadn’t seen my sister since Christmas, six weeks earlier.“I was hoping you could put us both up for a couple of nights, Jack.”“Yes, of course, no.