So he said if we can seduce her we can bang her for 2 days.So it was decided that this Saturday is going to be the day. During the weekdays, I purpose...ly didn’t fuck her. I tempted her so many times. Sometimes I finger her in my car, make her suck my dick, pressing her boobs. She was becoming too horny. I told her to have real fun in the weekend.Even she started to finger herself as she couldn’t control anymore. So when Saturday night arrived, I took her out for a drink. She had like 3 shots,. Every now and then he would reach down and squeeze one of my tits hard. During all of it he kept calling me names. Demeaning nasty names. Big tit cunt. Fuckhole. Big tit slut. Fuckface. Cumdump. Fuckslut. Big tit cocksucking cumwhore. It made me so wet.“That’s it cocksucker,” he said. “You’re a cocksucker aren’t you. Say it.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth.I took a deep breath and coughed. He slapped my face with his hard cock.“Say it cocksucker,” he said. “I’m a cocksucker,” I said gasping. So we debatedwhether to be known as the Stephenson-Tracys, the Tracy-Stephensons orthe Shirley-Tracys. I was eventually persuaded that Shirley-Tracy hadmore of a ring to it than the Stephenson suggestions and we agreed forprofessional reasons that this would be the family name henceforward.I was proud of the fact that I was a non-smoker (despite Jessica being aregular smoker) and I did not drink tea or coffee nor did I drink muchalcohol nor did I do drugs. I would always insist Jessica smoked. My mom and dad made a big deal about how evil the world was, particularly sex. That's probably why they only had one child I guess. Oh, they loved me in their own way, but they had a hard time showing it, what with wanting me to know just how evil everything was and how really bad sex was and how "the sins of the body are to be constantly guarded against, for Satan uses sex to steal our souls blah, blah," well you get the picture.That's probably why I grew up being the way I am. Like Bob told.