I had become the whore that lived here.***It felt so good.In her filthy little shower room I looked at my reflection - at herreflection.I had blond ha...r now and big tits. I cupped them in my slender fingers,closing my eyes, imagining it was a man doing it. I squeezed hard, likea big man would, clumsy and insensitive and gasped a little at the jerkof pain. I had the whore's gaudy face and sagging neck. I was wearingher horribly revealing clothes. This was me now. It was MY body. MYface.As I. .. ' Tears were already swelling i my eyes as Bruce slid his penile glans over my lips. ' ... Stick out your damn tongue bitch! ... ' Bruce demanded! Reluctantly I poked my tongue thru my lips and tasted the pre-cum that Bruce had spread over my lips. An agonizing whimpering squeal from Tony caused me to look in his direction the look of anguish on Tony's face was telling. I could see that Daniel had now pressed Tony' shoulders down to the mattress and was now hunching and grinding his. A dancer possessed by a spirit unknown and forgotten, she bounced up and down in my lap. Her hand went down, then spread the delicate lips of her slit and then found the spot that only she knew. She started to rub herself, slowly at first, then faster and faster. This time it was a real scream as she collapsed exhaustedly against my chest. Cumming, almost convulsing, I too was unable to swallow the bestial noise that escaped my throat as I shoot what remaining cum I had left into her ass.. An older ‘man’. My dad was not happy but, since he was drunk most of the time, I am not sure even was aware when Colin arrived. Mom, she had the camera out taking pictures. Colin was great about the whole thing. He actually brought flowers for Mom and me! I had picked out a rather conservative dress that went to my knee. I used way too much makeup, typical teenage girl. I had purchased new bra and panties. Embarrassing because I did not really need a bra at that point in my life but I wanted.