I woke up in the morning with Pooja aunty ready to tell me another story.Pooja aunty tied her hair to a pony tail and started riding on my cock. She s...aid, Bhavna aunty was impressed by having sex with me and would be visiting us anytime soon. Soon the bell rand and we were still having sex. My mom comes into my room and brings in Bhavna aunty. She immediately removes her saree. My mom tells me that I have to have sex with Bhavna. Pooja aunty gets off my cock and dresses up.Bhavna aunty lies. The man grinned inanely at me as I felt Peter push me to the floor until I was kneeling in all the pee on the wet floor. “Sure!” He slurred and turned to me having not quite finished his peeing as the remnants splashed down onto my face and blouse. But all I could think of was that the final bar bill was £63!In the process of him peeing on my blouse my 38DD breasts came into view as the wetness of the blouse stuck to them. This was ridiculous now and I was about to jump to my feet and walk. "You're not wearing a bra, Amy." "I, I never do at home," I replied, all flustered. "Am I getting you horny," she asked. "Yes," I replied quietly. "Look at me Amy. Tell me how much it turns you on." I looked at Cheryl helplessly and awkwardly said "It felt odd, but my, my..." "Your pussy?" she prodded. "Um, yeah, my pussy is tingling." "Are you a lesbian?" "No!" I replied adamantly. And that's true. I had always been boy-crazy and never even considered myself bisexual much less lesbian. This. I told Jane that as long as we all agreed; especially Sara, I would do it.Jane then said; “Oh, ‘Pimp the Asshole’ did not survive, so when we went to search his place we found 4 other girls who were in the same situation, but they all had relatives that would help them.” She continued; “You are one of the good people. I’ll bet you even have a White Stetson.”“Tan not white,” I respondedJane escorted me in to meet Sara, while the bruises and casts were ugly the smiling face that greeted us was.