Too bad I couldn't be wearing one of those slut-suit French maid get-ups that seemed to dominate the catalog. After all, a promiscuous girl like me de...serves to be dressed up appropriately in something that matches her attitude!My body, drained of all strength, was ready to collapse on the bed if it hadn't been for Jenny. She made certain that my fanny stayed propped up and displayed prominently while working the "tool" faster and faster."I hope your learning something." She parented, wrapping. All the leaden anger was falling away to the bottom of the pool. Smiling, she settled into a backstroke, and when she climbed exhausted out of the water, Nikki knew what she would do to her boyfriend.She’d give him a dose of his precious ‘bad Nikki’ he’d never forget.So, come this Saturday evening, Eric, his brain fogged with eight days of unrequited lust and beguiled with new exotic lingerie, had welcomed the thick, black rope Nikki tied around his wrists and ankles. The blindfold gave him. “Peach, I guess.” “Mine’s strawberry,” she countered. And with that, Kat picked up two jars off the store shelf. I read the labels. “Peach tingle” and “Strawberry stimulation.” Personal lubricants. Not that we needed them. I was dripping into my panties, and there was a very visible spot on pantiless Kat’s skirt. But I instantly got even hornier at the thought of a mouthful of "Peach-Flavored Kat Juice." And I could tell Kat was eager to taste the flavor of “Strawberry Justine Come,” right. As they stand there, both dripping wet, he looks her up and down. Her thin white blouse clinging to her breasts, her nipples hard from the cold water poking out. Her skirt clinging to her curves. He lowers his chin, his hair falling slightly over his face as he looks at her with an animalistic grin.He grabs her, ripping open her shirt, as she inhales sharply. Just as quickly the skirt is around her ankles. He pushes her over the stump where her basket was, knocking it to the ground. She hears.