“Ooh, yes, yes, you like that, you little sex slave slut?” I purred, drawing back my hips. My tits jiggled. I thrust in again, groaning at the sho...ck of pleasure through my body. “Yes, you do.”“She does,” Zanyia purred, quivering nearby. “Just fuck her little pussy. Get her nice and juicy for our husband.”“Oh, I am,” I moaned. My hands gripped her hips, slamming hard into her pussy. Her boobs bounced and jiggled, my flesh slapping into hers.It felt incredible. Every time I rammed into her, my. He shoved four fingers into my mouth and forced me to face him. His face less than an inch from mine, he whispered “Is this what you want, whore? You like being used?” I whimpered an affirmative around the fingers in my mouth. He gave my cheek a sharp slap and let go of me. “Aren’t you going to eat her out?” Rob asked. “I’ve heard so much about it, I have to see you in action.” Alex chuckled and pulled me over to the other couch. “Wait, Rob, could you take some pictures on my phone?” I asked.. She asked atleast give me a kiss before I leave. I kissed her on the cheeks and she said on my lips. I said no way and came out of the canteen. As soon as I came out of the canteen I remembered about the college buses. There would be no one in the buses till 3.30pm. So I caught hold of her hand and took her the bus parking. I looked around weather I could see any one. I couldn’t find any one. So we got in to one of the buses and went to the middle of the bus. As soon as we went to the middle of. Who knows?!Before I went for a drink, I freshened up. I was ready for someone to pay attention to me. It’s harder to meet people on the slope, but with a martini in your hand, that makes it easier.I do wear a ring - it’s mostly for Mason - but I make it clear I’m available. It’s in how you look, how you act. They can tell.What I like is a guy who knows what he wants. There was this taller guy, maybe ten feet away. I thought he was the type. He was maybe forty, built though. He wasn’t too old.