"Then beg to suck my cock slut." He said. "Beg me like you just begged him." May I suck your cock Sir?" I said. I couldn't believe it but the thought ...of being used again was starting to have the same affect it had each of the last two times. My cock was starting to get hard again at the thought of being used. What was the point in pretending otherwise? I was a slut, I knew it, the men watching knew it. Mihir standing before me, hands on his hips and a smirk on his lips knew it. Looking up and. My head span with a mix confusion and delight. Was this really happening? The thing I had dreamed of all my life?His hands were on my sides, on my boobs, on my bottom again. They were under my shirt, under my bra, on my bare flesh. A shudder of fear and pleasure passed through me; no boy had been this far with me before. I had no idea what to expect or how to respond.But Johnny had barely started. Pulling me into the shadow of the cliff, he raised my shirt up under my armpits, flipped up my bra. "Who's we?" A bunch of the guys at the ice cream shop. You're not really the guy she wants to be with right now, and it would be better for everyone if you just stopped seeing her." You're fuckin' crazy. I'll see whomever I want and date whomever I want. Now get off my porch!"Jeremy was smart enough not to make any direct threats, or do anything violent. He quietly walked away, leaving his car parked down the street out of sight. He would double back and pick it up later in the night, just. The Ivy who had a grip on his life, literally.Charles had spent half-an-hour in the bathroom, until he walked out of it. He then joined his mom and gramps back in the kitchen. When he arrived, he noticed that all three of them were in the middle of some conversation. He also noticed that they looked distressed. Before he left for the bathroom, they were so full of joy and happy. Now they looked like the complete opposite.His grandmom noticed that he had returned and joined them on the dining.