Sheri still played the high school dating scene as much as she could squeeze into her limited time away from her mother, but lately her mother's mere ...resence had forced many possible hot dates to scramble for other girls.So, with (what's the female version of pussy whipped, Rosie?) a resigned and defeated attitude, Sheri began her march through the local qualifying pageants at the cost of becoming outcast from her peers in school.She smiled and said all the right things without an "er" or "um". Back and forth, back and forth; I stirred myself around her rod, every rotation ruining me, making me hiss and whine, making my shoulders pinch together. My breasts spilled from my hemmed apron, and I pressed them between my arms, the nipple outturning with the succulent squeeze. I watched Elena as her cheeks flushed, as her sneer slackened, and her brow knitted. Oh, how I wanted to hear her pleasure! How I wanted to please her, this woman who could please me so! I locked my knees against the. When she'd finished I slid one hand out of her pussy and grabbed one of the bananas that was still sticking out of her ass.I fucked her ass with the banana while I licked her clit again and hammered away at her cunt with my fist deep inside of her. She almost collapsed from the pleasure.She finally gingerly slid the bananas out of her ass, leaving her anus a gaping dark hole. She took one of the bananas and peeled it, squishing it in her hand. She then rubbed the banana all over my still. One of the hands clamped down over her mouth."Shut up. Whores don't talk." The other hand clamped down on her right breast and squeezed hard. She winced. "You gonna talk again?"Monica shook her head as much as the hand on her mouth would let her.She heard the metallic ring of a blade drawn from the utensil drawer next to her hips. She felt cold steel for the second time as the blade grazed her stomach. She winced again, not sure what to expect."Whores don't wear clothes either."Monica heard a.