Now be a good boy for me. Remember your dare; you can’t cum. Not yet at least. I smiled and stood up and said I really need a glass of wine before t...is goes to far. I heard a chorus of how far is to far? I laughed and said we’ll see when we get to the dares. Oh I added don’t be afraid to ask wickedly evil dares either I’m a big girl I said as I grinned and winked at them.Good Chris said I dare you to sit back down on my cock and let me fuck you. I laughed and said oh you are the sly one. Well. Her friend met a guy, was intending to sleep with him, and he invited them both round to his house (probably hoping for a threesome) for more drinks when the night club closed. They went, and drank more (according to the ex, he made them really strong), and after a couple, she was absolutely hammered so when her friend went upstairs with the guy, she went and passed out on the sofa. (She has always been a really heavy sleeper, especially when drunk).In her (drunken) words, when she woke up, her. We picked a table where we could see outside, and sat down.The young woman who’d spoken to us showed up a minute later with menus, and we gave her our order – pancakes, bacon and eggs over easy for us both, with coffee. She returned a moment later with the coffee, and we settled in to wait for our plates.“Do you think our friends will show up?” Sharon spoke in a normal tone, but her face betrayed her worry.“I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “We will just have to watch for them.”She took a sip. "That's more like it," he said. "Now, are you a slut, Kelly?" Yes, oh yes!" she cried, writhing as his hand played with her pussy."Whose slut are you?" he asked, slipping two fingers into her drooling slit, rubbing her pussy walls and over her aching swollen clit."Your slut! I want to be your slut, Daddy! Please, please fuck me! Pleeease! Oh, god, I want you!" she cried, almost in tears now."All right then. Don't worry, I fully intend to fuck you, my horny little slut, and fuck you good. But we.