Both of the girls work full time and hardly got to spend time with each other or their boyfriends. Ariel works 3 nights a week at restaurant and 2 nig...hts a week at a grocery store, and Amanda works at a bar.Early one Sunday morning Amanda knowing she had the day off decided to do some laundry while dressed in nothing but tube socks and a red thong. She poked her head into Ariel's room to ask if she need any done, but Ariel was fast asleep nude. Her firm and supple tits exposed staring back at. She chewed on her lip, indecision in her eyes. Then she opened her mouth, and whispered, “Tell me you’re a whore.” “I’m a whore!” I whimpered. She smiled a small smile. “Tell me you’re my whore.” My head fell back, my neck bowing to her. “I’m you’re whore.” I croaked in subservient ecstasy. She gave a delighted squeal, and clamped her thighs around my driving hips, keeping our pelvises locked as Percian ruined my shithole. “Who’s your mistress, whore?” “You are!” She twisted harder, the birth. "May 22, 2001 at 0600 hours, Vicky walked up the stairs of the company Raytheon Beechjet 400A. Flying it single pilot was Bob Lemke. Vicky had gone over his qualifications. He was her age at forty-one. He was a retired Naval aviator who had flown "Tomcats." And he had been a "Top Gun" and "Top Gun" instructor. Shane had commented that there was not a better fighter pilot in the world. Odessa was paying him $130,000.00 a year with a guaranteed retirement of $100,000.00 per year for life. He was. "Suck harder, you bastard!" yelled Marion to her subby hubby, Ron. "If that bitch whips my ass, yours will get it twice as bad when we get home!" Cum on, you dirty dicklicker," Debbie countered. "I'll be your bitch tonight if you win this contest!"Joy and Carol only looked at each other. Carol, resembling an innocent high school girl, quietly mouthed to Joy, 'Your tongue will feel so good on my clit.' Joy silently responded, 'Yours will feel great on my asshole."As the boys continued to suck.