“I didn’t—” she began.“Do not contradict me!” shouted The Beast. “I’ll have no more of your games or teasing. This is serious Rose. Yo...u don’t know how serious. But you can begin by admitting that you’re a very wicked girl. Say it.”Rose’s mind raced. After all his accusations, being called ‘wicked’ fell short of what she’d expected. He’d called her a whore before just for painting her face. Then she remembered that he’d told her he’d hold back when humiliating her. But now that the moment had. I had not noticed a woman walk up. I should mention it was hot and humid in Alabama in the summer time so that you understand that how she was dressed did not seem shocking at all. She was wearing a very thin tank top and denim shorts although she had on boots which made her look very tacky.She sighed in disgust as she saw us and then selected a monster energy drink out of the cooler. She walked up to pay the cashier and I moved out of the way. I was still waiting for Rory to pick out her. Checking the clock, I figure he’s landing in Paris about now. I’ve had several romantic trips with him over the years to Paris back when ... yeah ... back before jobs and life took their toll on us.I peeled off my pantyhose and clothes and took a quick shower. As I’m washing myself, I brushed over my clit which immediately comes to attention exposing itself out of its hood. Oh shit ... no time for that right now ... later I’ll have time to fantasize about Robbie’s gorgeous dick pounding my. They were leaking milk from being squeezed so much and drops landed on Frank’s torso. They had spent the last half our taking turns fucking my mouth and fucking my ass and pussy, sucking milk from my boobs and slapping my ass and boobs but now they were past the point of being able to talk. They were a****ls now and it had been so long since I was with men who were at that point…part of me was ashamed but the true me, the slut, welcomed it. I loved it when men were like this with me, even if.