The phrase 'naughty girl' was floating around my head all day. In one of my morning classes, I thought I heard someone say "he's a sissy" and I swear ...my heart stopped. What they actually said was "he's so busy" and they weren't even talking about me. False alarm. Thank God. The sensation of the thong between my cheeks kept me aware of my predicament, but I had a reached a bizarre state where my arousal had plateaued and I was now used to it. Still shivery and anxious, but I'd come to accept it.. I yelled out as my head spun, and everything went blank again for a minute. My eyes refocused, and I looked back up at him."You fucking whore! You do not speak to me like that!" And who are you? Who the hell are you to me?"Again, I was running off at the mouth, and causing more anger in him. I braced myself for another slap, but instead he brought his face down to mine. I pulled my head back as far as it would go, but the pillows and bed wouldn't allow me to get too far. I whimpered and moved. . that I wanted it to happen... We took care of the business the next day. Back in the motel room, Pop made a call... as he hung up he said,"The Jones, Mike and Melissa, will join us this evening for dinner and afterwards back here... in bed... have you ever made love with another woman darlin'?"I slid my arms around his neck and kissed him sexily and then said,"No... am I going to tonight?" I think so sweetheart."Pop introduced me to Mike and Melissa. They were a good looking couple in their. She was bouncing, holding her boobs on my erect tool. I held her by the waist and turned. I love going down on women.Then I brought some ice, kept it on her pussy and started to lick it vigorously. She closed her eyes and started breathing heavily. Twisting and turning her head, she gasped for air as she pulled the sheets off the bed. She again arched her back and shouted out loud to an orgasm. I dragged her to the edge of the bed with half her body in the mid-air. Holding her love handles, I.