I always liked wearing a thong when meeting guys as it made me feeling dirtier and slutty.We meet in a pub which wasn't too far away and had a couple ...of drinks and I thought these two guys seem nice, their just a little older than myself (I was 21) and we were laughing and having a good time. Then I realized I had to use the gents so I got up and went then I realized I was wearing the thong and thought I should be ok as no one should see it. I was lucky no one was in there and after I finished. It was a woman's voice coming from the other room."Meko? You awake nar?"Christina felt cold suddenly, right down inside her. Because sherecognized that voice. But it was all wrong.It was her mother's voice but she hadn't sounded like that since--The older woman emerged from the bedroom and smiled, a Japanese woman inher mid fifties. "Meko, you be good girl. Make blekfast for papa."Christina just stared. This couldn't be her mother. Her mother was thewife of a wealthy solicitor. Her English. Bill surprised me by entering my teen passage again, and slammed the rest of his cum into my lower intestine. It felt good. I secretly loved to be roughed around.Bill pulled his cock out, with a tight grip around his shaft, milking every last possible drop into the glazed gaped donut hole of my ass. I picked just my naked butt up, curling my spine accepting what he was doing, and what was next. He got off of me, breathing heavy.Rick didn’t say much, but he was a little more forceful. He leaned. .. remember the name of the club..oh, God...you said we would meet, but...the cab driver knew a club where...ugh...I could dance. I’ve had so many ‘dances’, I try to...rest ...ooh...and another...man cuts in. I’m having a great time.” James said, “Don’t drink too much.” Mary said, “I can’t finish...oh...my first drink, I’m on the ‘floor’ having...oh, yeah...a great time. I’m getting tired...ugh...and will probably leave soon, I’ll probably be asleep...ooh, yeah...when you get home. I love.