Well what a disaster! She went fucking mad! At first I thought that she was just putting on a pose so as not to seem sluttish, but it was soon obvious... that she was serious.We often go out socializing with the work guys, and she ranted and raved that she’d never be able to look them in the face again. (Mind you, when the time did come again, she said that she was so embarrassed at the thought that they’d seen her photos, but we nevertheless still went out with them all.)The upshot of. So I thought, on one end, here was an invitation; even if it was not the most attractive guy and, on top of that, someone close to three-times my age at the time. I told him I couldn't come at that moment, but asked for his number. I could see the old horny dog just about have a heart attack. How many times he must've tried with other young men who probably told him to fuck off. Never did he dream that one day he'd even get this far. He gave me his number and we parted. By the time I got home,. She sat at the dinner table and did what was expected of her. She ate her greens. She said please and thank you. She muttered the lords prayer along with them. She did what was expected. 'Cara, your awfully quiet tonight' her father asked suspiciously 'Im just waiting for them dad' Cara repliedHer father gave her a confused look. 'Waiting for who darli....He never got to finish that sentence. That's when Caras Night of revenge started.The door flew open and in came 7 hooded figures. All holding. Her fingers are teasing at my pubis; nails inching their way across my skin, leaving my flesh tingling in their wake; slowly, deliberately, getting closer and closer to the exposed nub of my clitoris as it begs for her touch. “Now, do you remember what I told you about what Grant likes?” I shake my head, there is no room in my mind for memory, it’s full with aching ankles and shaking legs, with Grant’s nuzzling cock and my impatient, empty, desperate, sodden pussy, with Anita’s fluttering.