" Broken now,she continued. "And I'm such a slut Sir. I'm your slut Sir." Herbody trembled again as another wave of arousal hit her. "Why is your cunt... so wet and open for me slut?" "I'm excited about you wanting me Sir, seeing me. That you are goingto use me, like the slut I am Sir." My eyes travelled up her body, over her stomach, as it angled up ready forme to take her, over the step of her ribs, to her breasts. They were somewhatflattened now as she lay but still looking pert. The aureoles. He couldn’t help himself and came in me. Another entered me while the guy in Ms Thomas’ ass came. He load ran down her pussy and into my mouth. I cleaned her asshole and she got up. I looked to see my French teacher was next in line. I wanted him so bad before, now that he was standing in front of me naked and I could see how big his dick was, i tightened my pussy around my history teachers cock to make him cum. My French teacher got on top of me and kissed me. I let his tongue enter my mouth. Could he get his secretary to come back to the office for some overtime?Peter was staring at the girl's juicy, pink cunt, wishing it were him stuffing his big, hard man-sized prick into her tight little fuckhole instead of her underdeveloped boyfriend. The boy's cock was small compared to Peter's, but judging by the way the girl was hunching her hips up at him, begging for more, and he was confident that even his comparatively mammoth prick would fit into that well oiled little sheath; probably. There was no reason, he told himself. He was not going to change his plans just because Ryan had left him hanging. It wasn't like there was nothing to do. He could hit the museums in Washington, or tour the White House. He'd always meant to visit Arlington Cemetery. He could even go farther afield into Maryland or Virginia and visit historical sites. Which might have held some interest if he liked history, which he didn't. With a groan, he sat up. He didn't care about any of that. He cared.