But, mostly, I leave the dirty talk to my lovers. It gets my juices flowing when I hear what they're going to do, how much of a dirty slut I am, and...... well, you can guess the rest.Tonight was different. It was my turn to talk trash.Maybe the drink had removed my inhibitions, or perhaps I wanted it to be the best fuck Nick would ever have. Probably, it was a combination of both, but for whatever the reason, I was incredibly turned on. I wasn't the only one. As I moved faster and faster, Nick. Priscilla giggled and took my hand in hers and whispered in my ear, "Good girl! I love you so much!" Skip moved to us and put his huge arms around us both and said, "So, can I buy you girls a drink?" I was so excited I almost fainted. Priscilla said, "In a little while. We have some girl things to tend to right now. You go down to the kitchen and open another bottle of wine, and we'll be down in a little while." She smiled at me, "Lets freshen up a bit, OK sweetie?" Skip went out and down the. Houlihan took his time moving the feather back and forth up those long, slender legs, once alternating back and forth between the tip and the pointy quill. The sensation of her inner thighs being tickled at the same time was too much for Monica, and she squirmed. The paddle smacked again, twice. “Bad girl, to squirm. Bad girl for being a little slut. Bad girl for picking on other girls. What do you say to that, Monica?” “I like it. I like being a bad girl. I like picking on other girls. Boys. "You don't like being helpless do you?" She paused before nodding."Shall I rape you Piggy Pig?" I joked.She glared at me, I felt stirrings, god she looked beautiful, I moved across the room and she moved to keep her bottom away from me."I think I should really, just so you really get to feel how humiliated she must have felt," I said somewhat wordily.She shook her head, I left her for a moment, removed my uniform and returned in just my boxersshe had been crying."Never mind Piggy, I'll just do.