When I get ticked off at my family, I go get sushi." "All right." Brody nodded and stepped back. He made sure she was steady, then leaned down and pic...ed up her crutches. "So, where are we going?" "Excuse me? We?" "Why not?" Brody flashed her a lazy, sexy grin that unsettled her just a little. "You look like you could use a little time to cool down, and I haven't had dinner. I'd make something, but I already know you don't keep real food around here." "Are you hitting on me?" Ryan asked as she. Nobody was forced to do things they didn't want to do. Stories on the internet of a girl being forced to "service" a dozen guys were just that, stories. Those were not swinging parties. Swinging is a consensual thing. The "service" parties were usually male fantasies, and if there was a girl present, it was because she wanted to be, or was being paid enough money. There's a very good reason those websites charge you money.I take some of that back. I had heard of one group where the girls were. The machine kept sawing and I controlled the deepness of the fucking with my body. We were both enjoying this sequence.Sir reached over and grabbed the remote. He turned it off and I looked up at him (of course keeping his dick in my mouth) wondering what he was doing.Sir did not speak but he grabbed both sides of my head and pushed his dick firmly into my mouth. He did not shove it to an uncomfortable length but once he was sure I had reached close to the bottom he kept hold of my head and. It not only saved all the hassle of fighting them off when they tried it on but it also satisfied her in a strange kind of way. Carla liked the power of control. She had what they wanted; what they craved for and what was reserved for a very special few. But she enjoyed giving them hand relief. She loved to look them in the eye as she unzipped their pants; she loved to see that pleading look. She liked to tease them. Squeeze them gently; tease their rigid cocks. She always played with them.