”Megan looked distraught at this point, so as much as I really didn’t want to, I continued. “She and Phil are really close too. They danced toge...ther at the Halloween dance.”Just as I suspected, her face brightened somewhat, even though she was trying to hide it. “Do you think she likes him?”I put on my best politician smile for her and added, “I hope they end up together.”Megan smiled back. Internally, I was putting my face in my hands. I really hoped that I wouldn’t have to put up with this. Eventually, my breathing returned to normal and I was even able to release John’s hand, still trapped between my thighs. When he looked at me, had a very smug, superior expression.****Knocking back yet another Bacardi and Coke, Marilyn was really getting into the party spirit and when the band began their second session, she asked if I wanted to dance. Although my legs were still weak and I wasn't sure if my knickers could stand the rigors of some enthusiastic dancing, I really couldn't think. "Clean my cock slut."I went down and took his shit stained smelling cock in my mouth and sucked it clean. When I finished, he showered, dressed and left without saying another word.That afternoon the phone rang. It was Beth. "Hello Slut. Your to set the camera up at the end of the bed and film yourself masturbating with the black dildo. You're to put on a good performance or you'll spend another weekend with Gary and Ellie. Make it look like you're enjoying yourself. When you've finished put on. But yeah, I could get into that. A very good thing with Gran."Okay. Gran, I do believe you, and yes I'd love to have a great thing going on with you."She looked at me as though she'd just read my mind about wanting her in the sack, and she was right. She asked me, "Why do I get the idea you want to bed me?" I hope you don't mind me saying what I feel." I don't mind you asking that, because it is what I have in mind." You want to sleep with me? Her look depicted a woman who thinks, 'Hey this.