Ben steered her into his bedroom and made her sit in the middle of his bed. He knelt on the bed beside her and put one hand lightly on her throat. He ...ran his other hand over her large breasts, down her stomach, and to her trimmed pussy. He slipped a finger inside her lips. Im so wet, she whispered. Yes, you are, he said. Youre wet for me. He pushed her by her throat to lie down on her back. Im going to make you cum, and youre going to say some things for me. Dont you dare contradict me. Just. ”“A vestige?”“Of payback, Gee. I’d take you to dinner, wheels or no wheels.”“I didn’t call you to mooch a meal.”“Didn’t think you did. Are you trying to argue over this?”“No...” in my ‘little girl’ voice. Dunno why I used it. Never works. Then I saw his face. Maybe it does.“Then I need to go home, get Pickles some food and water out, shower and shave and change clothes, then come get you...”“You don’t know where I live. Why don’t I just follow YOU home and feed Pickles while you do all that?. I could feel it being stretched ever so slightly more with each new penetration and wondered how much of the spear I would be able to accommodate before I climaxed. When a powerful orgasm started growing within me, I got my answer. Not long. Really not long. FUUCCCKKKK! I soon shrieked as my second orgasm exploded within me. Moments later, I was squirting all over the place. But the tiny drops of cum that flew through the air were not all mine. More than half of them came from my studly lover.. “Toasted?” the worker asked. “Yeah,” I muttered, not really caring. CeeCee was tongue wrestling with Mary, her hand slipping down Mary's bodice to cup her tit. Mary's hands were busy at the fly to CeeCee's blue jeans. Mary's deft fingers got her pants open and Mary's hand snaked in, pushing under CeeCee's panties. Her body jumped as Mary penetrated her cunt with a finger or two. “You're so wet for me,” Mary whispered in her ear. “You're going to be my little lesbian slut, aren't you?” “Oh, yes,.