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The Gamble
by Scorpio00155(address defunct)

***

It all started innocently enough, my son was being
bullied at school and I thought that I was fit enough to
take the bully on for him. I was wrong. (M+/F, FF, m+/F,
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PART 1

I sat and stared across the room at my son who sat with
his head in his hands, his whole demeanour was one of
defeat. He looked up at me with tears threatening to
flow in his eyes, and then put his head back in his
hands.

"Tell me again what he said," I said softly with
disbelief tingeing my voice.

In a dull voice my 15-year-old son repeated what he'd
told me no more than twenty minutes past.

"Don said the only way to stop him bullying me was for
you to beat his girlfriend in a fight."

Shaking my head I wondered what the hell was going on.
I'd known that an older boy called Don and his gang of
bully-boys was harrying the k**s in the area, along with
a number of other parents I'd complained to the local
authorities and even the police, yet they'd seemed
powerless to stop this teenager's reign of terror. Now
he'd given my son an out and I knew that there had to be
a catch in it somewhere, though for the life of me I
couldn't see what it was.

Don's girlfriend would certainly have the advantage of
youth on her side, but I'd seen the girl hanging off his
arm and she was a mere wisp of a girl.

I might have been 35, but I was in damned good shape
thanks to daily workouts, I had the height, weight,
reach on this 'girlfriend', and felt confident of the
outcome if we met. Looking at my son I decided that he
was at the end of his tether, if all it was going to
take was beating the slip of girl Don called his
girlfriend to end my Bob's torment so be it.

"Okay," I said firmly, "where and when does this fight
take place?"

"Mum, no, don't!" Bob gasped, his head whipping up out
of his hands.

"I can beat that girl I see hanging off his arm." I said
confidently, "Trust me."

"Oh please mum," my son pleaded with me, "you can't. The
bastard has something up his sleeve; I just know it.
Please mum, I don't want you to get hurt!"

The concern in his voice gave me a moment of doubt, but
I felt confident in my ability to win against the girl.
Looking at Bob I gave him a confident smile and repeated
my question about when and where the fight was to be.
After about five minutes of trying to dissuade me from
the idea of taking up the challenge Bob finally gave in.

"He said if you had the guts to accept the challenge" he
sighed forlornly, "we should be at the old sports club
at seven thirty tonight and..."

When he faltered I waited a few moments before
encouraging him to go on.

"And" he said with great reluctance, "you had to dress
right."

"Dress right?" I repeated in a puzzled tone.

"Mum, please don't do this." Bob pleaded with me again.

"Bob, just tell me what the hell this 'dress right'
means." I replied more firmly than I'd intended.

"No trousers, slacks, jeans or shorts." he said softly
staring down at the floor, "Dresses or blouse and skirt
are okay. Stockings, no tights; knee-highs or socks and
high heels. Bra and panties, no one-piece leotards or
swim suits, no bikinis. Mum, please, I'm begging you
don't do it!"

I waved off his final plea as I thought about the
'uniform' Don had set for the fight, it seemed quite
clear to me that he was hoping to get a few flashes of
body parts during the conflict. Well, if I had anything
to do with it the fight would be over as soon as it
started. Glancing at the clock I noted it was
approaching six forty, if we were to get to the old
sports club on time I needed to get a move on. Rising I
told my son to get himself ready while I changed, he
looked at me with pleading eyes, but got up to get
himself ready as I had asked.

All the way to the place where this fight was to take
place my son pleaded with me not to go through with it,
I was touched by his assertion that he would rather be
bullied than see me harmed.

Full of my own confidence I tried my best to reassure
him that everything would be just fine, that I'd beat
the girl easily, that I wouldn't come to any harm and
the bullying would stop. Yet nothing I said seemed to
calm his fears, he was positive that Don had some trick
or other up his sleeve. Some of his doubt rubbed off on
me and I wondered what it might be Don could possibly do
to change the outcome of the fight in favour of his
diminutive girlfriend.

With five minutes to spare we arrived at the old sports
club, it was a secluded site hidden away in one corner
of a large park, and when I say hidden I mean just that.
The place was concealed behind a stand of trees and
bushes, so much so that not everyone even knew the place
was there, many assumed that it had been torn down years
back, but there it stood and it seemed that Don had
turned it into his little domain.

There were lights on in the main gym and I led my son
inside with him almost going down on his knees to beg me
to turn around and go home. Inside the gym was a group
of fifteen 16 and 17 year old boys, one of whom I
instantly recognised as the chief bully Don, there were
also about three teenage girls there, one of whom was
the petite girlfriend I was to fight. As we crossed the
dirty floor of the gym Don spotted us and grinned
triumphantly, a shiver ran down my spine at the look of
sheer confidence in the youths face, but I steeled
myself with the thought that his girlfriend was a
pushover.

"Well, well," Don crowed, "look who we have here. Seems
momma has got some guts after all."

The gang of boys all laughed at his comment, annoyed I
walked up to him and glared at him.

"I see you dressed right." Don smirked looking me up and
down.

Now I was proud of my figure, but his look was
disgusting and I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.

"Just get on with it," I snapped.

"Ooh," he laughed, "a cocky bitch eh? Well I'll tell you
what, let's just up the ante shall we?"

"What the hell are you prattling about?" I frowned.

"Well, if you feel so confident about winning," Don
smirked looking me in the eyes challengingly, "why not
make the stakes even more interesting."

"Like what?" I snapped.

"God mum, no!" Bob gasped behind me.

"Shaddup wimp!" Don snapped menacingly at my son, then
smirked at me again, "How about 24, no make that 48
hours of service."

He had lost me totally, just what the hell did he mean
by 'service'? My puzzlement must have been obvious
because the youth laughed.

"What's up bitch, don't know what service is?" he
cackled with his gang joining in the laughter, "Let me
make it simple for you. You win and we leave your wimp
of a boy alone plus you get to have me do anything you
want for the next 48 hours..."

It sounded stupid, especially as the only 'service' this
boy could do for me when I won was to leap off a tall
building. His 'dramatic' pause drew on for a few
heartbeats then he went on.

"You lose" his voice dropped menacingly, "and your boy
keeps getting the treatment and you do anything I want
for 48 hours. Anything! And in case you think of
welching remember we got your k** here."

"And what's going to stop you welching when I win?" I
snapped angrily.

He laughed at me and swept his arm around his gang.

"I got a rep lady," he sneered, "I'd lose respect if I
welch on a deal. 'Sides, you got to win first bitch, if
you think you're up for it of course. Are you on or
not?"

I was more determined than ever to wipe the smile off
the bastard's face, he was throwing out the additional
challenge and I looked him straight in the eyes as I
answered.

"You're on!" I snapped, "Now cut the chatter and let's
get this over with, I have things to do!"

"No!" I heard Bob breathe, "Oh God no!"

"It's okay Bob," I smiled at him over my shoulder, "this
won't take long."

"I'm lookin' forward to taking you down a peg or two
bitch." Don growled at my comment to my son.

"Dream on." I smiled confidently.

"Okay, get it on then." Don snapped waving at his
girlfriend to come forward.

The boys all formed a large circle around us as I eyed
up the short teenager facing me, I grinned at the
thought that she wouldn't last long against me. Out of
the corner of my eye I saw Don grab my son and pointedly
order him to watch the fight, but I couldn't let myself
be distracted by this. The girl moved and I tensed ready
for her attack, only she just paced around me so I had
to keep turning to face her.

Around and around she paced, he lips parted in a cruel
grin that began to get on my nerves, then suddenly she
bounced at me, I punched out at her then gasped with
pain as the girl ducked under my punch and hit me in the
gut. For a moment I was winded and that moment was all
this girl needed, I felt her foot hit the back of my
knee and I dropped to my knees, she was all over me
before my knees hit the ground!

I suddenly felt my head jerked backwards sharply by a
hand painfully grasping my hair, an arm went around my
throat in a chokehold and I gave a choked cry as the
girls arm tightened relentlessly. Grasping at her arm I
tried to pull it away from my throat.

I was shocked to discover that I couldn't budge her arm
even a millimetre, her muscles felt like knotted bands
of steel under her thin blouse as I gurgled in her
grasp. It was my son crying out to me that gave me the
strength to make a last effort, punching back over my
shoulder I felt my fist connect with the girl's face,
heard her cry out and her arm loose it's hold for a
moment.

With a desperate strength I tore loose from her grasp
and struggled to my feet, turning to face her I gasped
for breath and threw another punch at her. Once again my
blow failed to land as she ducked under it and hit me in
the gut again, what breath I had left whooshed out of my
body with an 'oof' as I curled over the girl's fist.

I cried out in pain as her fingers locked themselves in
my hair and pulled me forward, I hit the ground with
enough force to stun me and as I struggled to my hands
and knees the girl kicked me in the ribs with enough
force to twist me over onto my back. Even as my back was
striking the ground she was leaping astride my chest,
groaning I tried to struggle up against her and she
slapped me across the face.

I cried out at the sudden pain across my cheek, then
again as she slapped the other cheek, her small fists
struck downwards and I yelped as she punched me in the
breasts. Her hands grasped the front of my blouse and
tugged, though the haze of my pain I heard and felt the
buttons bursting, my blouse flapped open to slide down
either side of my body as the girl dug her fingers into
my breasts painfully. Grasping her wrists I tried to
push them away from me as her fingers mashed at my boobs
making tears spring to my eyes.

"Not so tough now bitch!" the girl hissed at me.

Grasping my hair she started banging my head in the
floor leaving me dazed and stunned, I felt her get off
me, roll me over then my arms were jerked backwards as
my blouse was torn from me. Shaking my head I tried to
push myself up, but I just couldn't seem to find the
strength and before I had raised myself more than a few
inches she was on me again. She jerked my head backwards
by my hair with one hand while the other tugged at the
back of my bra, desperately I tried to reach around to
stop her pulling the hooks open, but I couldn't get at
her.

Suddenly my bra went loose, with a cry of humiliation I
flung an arm across my chest as she pulled my upper body
upwards by my hair. Despite all my struggles this petite
teen tore the bra from me then stood up, she kicked me
in the ribs again and I cried out, next thing she was
behind me, her hands pulling at my skirt as I kicked and
screamed at her.

I tried to grab at my skirt with one hand while covering
my bare breasts with the other, but there was no way I
could hold my skirt up one handed. With a laugh the girl
ripped it from me, forcing me over on my back as she
pulled it off my kicking legs, as she threw the skirt
aside I lashed out with one foot and caught the girl in
the ribs, with a 'whooof' she flew backwards.

Gathering myself I climbed to my feet and kicked her
again, I was hitting at her with everything I had left,
her cries sounding with each blow I landed. Just as I
thought I was getting the upper hand she reached up and
dug her fingers into my pussy, her nails digging
painfully into me even through my panties.

My scream rang around the gym as I staggered backwards
away from the girl's grasp, but she moved with me,
squeezing and crushing at my pussy as she rose to her
feet, desperately I clawed at her hand trying to free
myself. Then my screams became a breathless gasp as she
hit me in the stomach with her other hand, her clutching
hand released my pussy as I doubled over, when she
grabbed the waistband of my panties and tugged sharply
at it I didn't have the strength to resist.

With unbelievable strength she literally ripped the
panties from my body, jerking me towards her as I became
nude, as our bodies collided I tried to grasp her, but
somehow she twisted me around, I felt her hand lock
around one of my wrists and force it up my back. She
forced me to my knees, my arm feeling as though it would
break at any moment as she pushed it further up my back,
crying out I tried to twist free to no avail. Then her
sharp clawed finger were digging at my pussy again, my
legs jerked out as she dug her nails in, my scream
echoing around the room to die in a groan as my body
crashed down to the hard floor.

"Fucking bitch!" the girl hissed at me, "Thought a stuck
up cow like you could beat me did you, well now you know
better!"

Her knee came down in the small of my back pinning me to
the ground as with one hand she tried to force my arm up
between my shoulder blades and with the other hand
assaulted my pussy. I couldn't take any more punishment
from her, I cried out to her to stop, I begged her to
stop and she laughed at me, her laughter joined by the
rest of the group around us.

"Do you surrender bitch?" the girl hissed.

"Yes!" I cried, "I give in, I surrender!"

"Know what that means bitch?" she laughed, "You lost,
you're Don's for the next two days."

I groaned in despair at her words, but she wanted more
than a groan out of me.

"Say it bitch," she snarled pushing my arm up harder,
"say it! Say what losing means!"

"I lost," I whispered, "I'm Don's for the next 48
hours."

"Louder!" she snapped digging her fingers into my pussy
again.

"I lost," I screamed out, "please no more, I lost and I
have to do whatever Don wants for the next 48 hours!"

Suddenly she released me and stood up, she prodded me
almost contemptuously with her foot they walked away
from me. With tear filled eyes I struggled to my feet
trying to cover my pussy and boobs with my arms, raising
my eyes I found myself looking at my son, his face held
a look of shock and dismay, beside him stood a leering
Don. His eyes raked over my battered body, and then he
crooked a finger at me signalling me to come to him. My
legs felt unsteady as I walked the few feet towards him,
his eyes burning into me as I came to a stop in front of
him.

"Bit late to be covering up ain't it," he smirked.

I knew he was right, they must all have seen my naked
body as I struggled against Don's girlfriend, but
something in me had needed to try to keep one thread of
dignity. Don raised an eyebrow and I knew what he wanted
without his needing to say another word, my face burned
with embarrassment and shame as I let my hands drop to
my sides in submission. His smirk grew wider as he let
his eyes rove over my now fully exposed body.

"Listen and listen good," he said looking me in the
eyes, "you got two days to recover in, Friday at eight
you be back here with your wimp-boy. Understand?"

I nodded, but he repeated his question sharply.

"Yes," I sobbed in humiliation, "I understand."

"Good!" he said, "When you come you be dressed in the
smallest mini-skirt you can find, even if it means
buying a new one, got that?"

"I understand." I sobbed.

"On top you wear a see-through blouse," he went on, "no
bra or panties. Got that?"

"Yes." I replied numbly.

"Lastly you wear stocking and the highest heels you
have," he continued, "and if you have nothing less than
four inches you go out and buy a pair. Got all that."

"Yes." I replied.

"Then repeat it!" he snapped sharply.

"I-I... have to be here by eight on Friday night," I
sobbed, "wearing the shortest mini-skirt I can find, a
see-through blouse, stockings and high heels of at least
four inches. No bra or panties."

Laughing he dismissed me, but as I reached down to grab
the tatters of my clothing he snapped.

"You go as you are, those are Cherries prize."

Sobbing with shame and humiliation I fled the gym with
my son beside me struggling to get his jacket off.
Outside he put his jacket around my shoulders and gave
me the car keys, how I made that drive home I'll never
know, I felt stunned, shocked and totally humiliated by
my defeat at the hands of a girl half my size. When we
got home Bob helped me up to the bathroom then left me
to wallow in my misery under a warm shower, cleaned and
dried I felt little better. Numbly I tottered to my
bedroom, my son suddenly there beside me supporting me
to my bed, covering me with the bedclothes and sitting
beside me as the tears flowed down my face.

"I should have listened to you." I sobbed.

"Oh mum, what are you going to do?" he sighed
sorrowfully.

"What can I do?" I bawled, "If I don't show up, dressed
the way he said they'll hurt you Bob, God I can't let
that happen! I just can't believe that I lost to that
girl!"

"I heard some of them talking," he sighed, "they were
saying Cherrie is a semi-professional wrestler on some
circuit or other. I knew that bastard Don had something
up his sleeve! Mum, don't go, I'll risk whatever he'll
try to do, but please don't go, they'll hurt you again,
I know it!"

"Darling," I sighed tearfully as I reached up to stroke
his face gently, "you know there's no choice, I have to
go or see you injured by them, probably badly. I can't,
I won't let that happen to you Bob, no matter what it
costs me."

"I love you mum." I sighed giving me a hug, "I feel this
is all my fault. If I wasn't such a wimp I could have
fought my own battles."

"Don't blame yourself Bob," I comforted him, "there's
little you could do alone against so many of them. This
situation is my doing, I was too cock sure of myself, I
was so sure I was going to win I let Don manoeuvre me
into upping the stakes. I gambled and lost. Now, give me
another hug and then off to bed with you."

When he had gone I lay staring up at the ceiling, tears
welling up in my eyes and streaming down my face as I
thought about just what Don's 'anything' would be come
Friday. The way he wanted me dressed left no doubt at
all that I was to become a sexual plaything for 48 hours
and although I was no shrinking violet where sex was
concerned I was in dread of what the bastard had planned
for me.

I got through the time before I was set to show up at
the gym like a zombie, fear clutching at me constantly
as the hours passed. What made things seem even worse to
me was that I had to pay for the privilege of being
enslaved for 48 hours, nothing in my wardrobe would suit
what Don had stated in no uncertain terms that I was to
wear. The boutique I'd bought the mini-skirt and blouse
in was miles from my home, the assistant had grinned
when I had stated my needs and my blush of embarrassment
only made her grin all the more.

When I left the place I had a skirt so miniscule that it
didn't cover me at all, both my buttocks and my pussy
could be glimpsed easily whether I moved or stayed still
as for the blouse, it was so sheer as to be as clear as
glass!

The shop had even had the high heels I needed to buy, I
had never worn anything higher than three inches, these
were double that and I knew I would have to practise
walking in them before I arrived for my humiliation on
Friday night. Lastly the assistant sold me self-grip
stockings, as she packed all my purchases she commented
that 'my lover was in for a great time', her words sent
an icy chill through me.

Then the hours were all gone, as I prepared for the
ordeal ahead I felt the urge to hide myself away growing
and growing inside me, only the thoughts of what would
happen to my son kept me moving. When I dressed and
looked at myself in the mirror I felt my face blushing,
I looked like a slut, my boobs were totally on display,
my pussy peeked from under the hem of the skirt.

Looking at my face I wondered if I should put on make-
up, Don had said nothing about it and I decided that he
could get stuffed if he thought I was making myself up
for him.

When I finally left my room it was with the grim
determination to get the affair over and done with. Bob
was waiting for me in the living room, his expression
glum and forlorn, as I walked in his eyes raised then
opened wide, his face turned bright red then he suddenly
looked away from me. Inside I felt chilled that my son
was so ashamed of what I was doing for him that he
couldn't look at me, yet I had to pay off the wager or
see him hurt.

"We'd better go," I said softly with a tremble in my
voice.

My son said nothing as he rose to his feet, but as we
headed to the front door I felt him take hold of my
wrist, I looked at him and saw his concern for me
clearly written in every line of his face.

"Please," he almost whispered, "stay here, don't go. I
don't trust Don."

"Bob," I smiled what I hoped was comfortingly, though my
inner fear had to be showing through, "you know I have
to do this. I couldn't live with myself if anything
happened to you and I could have prevented it. You're
all I have Bob, I love you and will do whatever it takes
to keep you safe."

"Not this mum," his voice trembled as though in the
verge of tears, "not this. There has to be something
else..."

"There isn't darling," I silenced his plea gently, "oh
how I wish there was. Come on or we'll be late. The
sooner we get there the sooner it will all be over."

His shoulders slumped as we left the house, I felt so
exposed as we walked the few feet to the car, I'd
thought of wearing a coat until we got to the sports
club, but felt it would be a pointless gesture. The trip
to the club was made in silence, I could sense my son
watching me and on the occasions when I glanced his way
I felt my heart aching at the sight of the despair
written in his eyes. His despair mirrored what I felt
inside.

All too soon we had arrived at our destination, I parked
the car behind the clubhouse then sat staring at the
lights gleaming from the grimy windows of the gym. For a
moment I couldn't move, beside me my son made a last
ditch effort to beg me to drive away, but I knew it was
too late for that. Giving him a smile of assurance that
I did not feel I got out of the car, locked it and gave
him the keys, on trembling legs I walked towards the
entrance with my son a step behind me.

"I was wondering if you would come," Don laughed as we
walked across the gym towards him, "nice to see an
obedient bitch."

My heart pounded with fear as the distance between us
closed, my eyes flicking around the hall counting the
other boys that were there. Fifteen, just as there had
been on the night of the fight, only this time there was
only the one other girl, my conqueror, Cherrie. I came
to a stop a couple of feet in front of Don; his eyes
seemed to **** me, as he looked me up and down
triumphantly.

"Nice outfit," he gloated.

"Let's get this over with," I replied with more
confidence than I felt.

"All in good time," he laughed then glared
threateningly, "You won't be so cocky by the time we've
finished with you bitch. The clock starts ticking at
eight thirty, you know what you have to do?"

"Yes," I responded with fear clutching at my heart.

"Well?" he snapped.

"I have to do whatever you want," I responded feeling my
face flush with humiliation.

"That's right," he sneered, "whatever I want. No
questions, no hesitation. I own you for the next 48
hours. And just so you have it clear lady, for every
time you don't do what you are told when you are told
your boy over there gets hurt. For every time you balk
at whatever is done to you he gets hurt. You don't speak
unless told to, one word out of line and he gets hurt."

"I understand," I said in total defeat, "I'll do
whatever you want, only don't hurt my son."

"We'll see how well you behave," he gloated, "And you're
off to a bad start already."

"I don't understand," I gasped with fear clutching at my
throat.

"I kinda figured you would have had the sense to know we
wanted you lookin' pretty," he said in a low voice, "and
you turn up with no make-up. Still, there's time to fix
that. Cherrie take her out back and get her made up
nice."

Cherrie grinned evilly as she pushed me towards one of
the doors at the back of the gym; numbly I let her guide
me to a room out back. She dumped a load of cheap make-
up on a table and stood back with her arms crossed under
her breasts. As I began to apply the make-up Cherrie
commented on how much and what type I should use, by the
time I'd finished I looked like a cheap whore, my lips
coated with a deep red lipstick, pale blue eye shadow
covering my upper lids, rouge on my checks.

She even had me put a coat of lipstick on my nipples so
they would show up even more. Before we left the room
Cherrie handed me a glass of what looked like vodka and
ordered me to drink it all to 'loosen me up'. When we
returned to the gym Don grinned and nodded his approval,
looking at his wrist his grin grew wider and I knew that
the time had finally come.

"It's time bitch," Don gloated, out of the corner of my
eye I saw my son wince at his words, "I own you now!"

My heart missed a beat as I anticipated his ordering me
to have sex with him or to suck him off then to do the
same with all the others. Instead he reached into a bag
beside him and pulled out a wide leather dog collar, he
pointed at my son as he held the collar out to me.

"Take this and go over there and kneel in front of your
boy," Don instructed, "then beg him to put the collar on
you, I want it done up tight. You tell him to keep
tightening it until you can't take any more."

I stared at him in horror that he was involving my son
in his plans for me; it was bad enough to have him see
my humiliation without having him as part of it.

"You were warned lady," Don growled menacingly.

He nodded his head and I heard my son cry out, turning
my head I saw him in the grip of two boys who were
pushing his arms up his back. Snatching the collar I ran
over to my son, the boys let him go as I stopped in
front of him and knelt down.

"Please Bob," I pleaded raising the collar to him, "put
this collar on me."

His eyes were filled with tears that I knew didn't all
stem from pain as he reached out to take the collar from
me, moving behind me my son wrapped the collar around my
throat. The leather felt cool against my skin as he
buckled it behind my neck, Bob did it up loosely and I
knew that he would suffer even more if I walked away
with it so loose.

"Tighter Bob," I whispered without turning.

"But mum..." he breathed.

"Do it, please Bob." I cut him short.

His hands fumbled at the back of my neck and I felt the
collar tighten a little, at the same time I was shocked
to feel my nipples starting to grow hard! I felt a deep
shame at my body's reaction to the situation I was in,
getting turned on was the very last thing I had expected
and I felt sick at my own weakness.

"More," I said to my son as he stopped again, "Keep
tightening until I tell you stop. Do it for me Bob."

Bob hesitated then began to do as I asked, slowly he
drew the collar tighter until the point came when I knew
that if it got any tighter I would not be able to
breathe. I had him stop and buckle it then stood up and
went back to stand in front of Don.

"On your knees bitch!" he commanded, "From now on you
kneel in front of me or any of the others here,
including that wimp you call your son, unless told
otherwise."

Sinking to my knees I looked up at him awaiting whatever
was to come next, he looked down at me with triumph in
his eyes. Walking around me he joked with the other boys
about how obedient his new bitch was, how good I looked
in my collar and how I was so eager to be there to
please them all.

"You are eager aren't you." he laughed, "Tell us how
eager you are to please us."

"I-I... want to please you," I said loudly knowing that
I had to declare my surrender for all to hear, "all of
you. I want you to use me however you wish, my only wish
is to please you."

I saw my son close his eyes and hang his head, one of
the boys beside him prodded him urgently in the side
then direct him to keep watching. Above and behind me
Don was laughing, revelling in his ownership of me and I
felt hatred of him fill me; hatred and fear. He left me
kneeling there as he wandered around his friends making
comments on how happy I sounded to be there, finally
stopping in front of my son.

"See what an eager little bitch your momma is." Don
gloated to my son, "Get over here bitch!"

I jerked to my feet at his call and almost ran over to
where he was standing, kneeling I looked up at him
glaring my hatred at him even as tears of shame filled
my eyes.

"See wimp," Don laughed, "see how eager she is to make
me happy. Why don't you tell him momma."

"Bob," I said through the lump in my throat, "it really
pleases me to make Don and his friends happy. I want to
be used by them."

I would have hung my head in shame as I spoke, but the
collar around my neck kept my head up and I could see
the look of horror in my son's eyes as he looked down at
me. His look hurt more than anything I had endured so
far and I prayed that he would understand why I was
speaking as I was, at the same time I prayed that Don
wouldn't notice how my nipples were pushing at my
blouse. It was a vain hope; Don looked at my breasts
then smirked.

"Right out of her own mouth wimp," he sneered, "and if
her saying it ain't enough look at how turned on she is,
look at those fucking nipples poking at the blouse!"

Laughing he grabbed me by the hair and looked into my
eyes, his fingers twisting and tugging at my hair as he
spoke softly to me.

"There's still fire in those eyes lady," he mocked me,
"but we'll change that soon enough. So tell me, is your
cunt getting wet to go with those hard nipples? Is this
getting you all turned on? Go on, feel your cunt, put
your fingers in and feel how wet you are..."

He let go of me and I let one of my hands drop to my
pussy, I gave a gasp of shock when I felt how wet I'd
become. As I pushed a couple of fingers into myself I
felt a familiar tingle of excitement start up, it was
impossible yet there was no way I could avoid what I was
feeling. Feeling sick and perverted I slid my fingers
all the way in then pulled them out coated in my juices.

"Get him to lick them clean," Don went on as he pointed
to my son who was looking at me aghast, "let him taste
how hot you are."

Bob was pushed forward, his eyes wide as I held my hand
up to him as I'd been commanded. He shook his head and
tried to step back, Don hit him and barked an order for
him to lick my fingers clean, pleading with my eyes I
nodded to him to do it. His eyes closed as he leant
forward a little to run his tongue over my juice coated
fingers, with obvious reluctance he licked the juices
from my fingers then sucked them into his mouth to get
the last of my juices off. When he straightened my son
had tears running down his face, his eyes wouldn't meet
mine at all and I felt my heart sink at the thought that
in protecting my son by submitting to Don I might well
lose his love and respect for me.

My son stumbled backwards as Don pushed him aside, he
must have been able to see my pain in my eyes because
his smirk grew larger. Expecting the command to have sex
with him I avoided meeting Don's eyes, looking down I
waited for his next words, dreading them.

"Strip." was all he said to me.

Obeying I stood up and unbuttoned my blouse, as I took
it off I felt my nipples harden even more, dropping the
blouse to the floor I reached to the button on the
skirt, opening it I tugged the zip down and let the
skirt slide down my legs. Stepping out of my skirt I
started to take off my stockings, but Don had me keep
them on, kneeling in front of him again I lowered my
eyes to the floor in shame and humiliation as I waited
for his next command. He called out to Cherrie to bring
a lead, I trembled when a few moments later Don clipped
a lead to the collar at my neck, he jerked it upwards
drawing me to my feet.

"Time for the bitch to go walkies," he sneered.

He jerked the lead, drawing me after him as he walked
towards the exit, I saw my son being hustled along by
two boys as the rest of the group followed in Don's
wake. Outside Don jerked the lead downwards and I knelt
at his feet.

"Cherrie," Don grinned, "you take this bitch for a walk,
a good long one."

Cherrie took the lead from his hand, jerking the lead
she got me to stand up; I towered over her yet it was
she who was in control of me. My high heels tapped on
the tarmac path as she led me out of the screen of trees
and bushes into the main area of the park, my naked body
on open display to the world. I didn't even have the
solace of darkness to conceal my nudity and shame, a
bright light had been shone on me as soon as we'd left
the bright lights of the gym, obviously Don had no
intention of letting me hide may humiliation.

Tugging at the lead from time to time Cherrie walked
along a path that skirted the outer edge of the park, we
passed three sets of gates and I felt relief to note
that they were all closed, it meant that the park was
empty of all but the group with Don. Then we came to
another gate, I felt my heart sinking as I realised that
it was nothing more than an opening in the fencing,
there was no gate to seal it from the outer world.

At first I thought Cherrie was going to lead me out that
gate, but instead she followed another path deeper into
the park, the lead jerking at me as she pulled me along.
Somewhere a clock was striking nine and I felt shocked
to discover how little time had actually passed, it had
seemed to me that hours of humiliation had gone by,
instead it was only half an hour!

We came to a c***dren's playground and Cherrie lead me
over to a climbing frame, she stopped and jerked down on
the lead, I sank to my knees in front of her. The girl
sat on one of the bars of the frame and spread her legs
wide, I bit back a gasp when I saw her naked pussy; she
was naked under her outer clothing! Cherrie pulled on
the lead drawing me to her, then her fingers grasped my
hair, with a sharp tug that made me wince the girl
pulled my face down to her crotch.

It didn't need the brain of an Einstein to know what she
wanted me to do, but I had never been with a woman
before and I hesitated, Bob's cry of pain from somewhere
behind me reminded me forcefully that I could not afford
to hesitate no matter what it was I had to accept.
Leaning forward I ran my tongue along the slit of her
pussy, the taste of her juices seeming strange in my
mouth as I licked her out, her hand in my hair painfully
guiding me to the points that gave her the most
pleasure.

Around us I heard the boys laughing and joking as I
licked at Cherrie's pussy, their comments sending a
burst of shame through me, but at the same time making
my body react with arousal, which made my shame even
deeper. Worse still was the knowledge that my son was
watching as I pleasured the girl that had defeated me
with such ease. It seemed that ages had passed before
Cherrie finally groaned her way into a climax, her hand
wringing in my hair painfully as she pulled me as tight
to her as possible, her suddenly copious juices flowing
into my mouth as she jerked and shudder on the metal
bars.

She wasn't done with me yet though, pushing me back the
girl turned then leant over the bar, her bottom pointing
straight at me, she jerked the lead again and I felt
horror rise in me at the realisation that I now had to
lick her anus as I had her pussy. Yet I moved to obey
without pause knowing the penalty my son would pay if I
didn't, I thought I would be sick as I licked at her
puckered hole, pressing my tongue to it in an effort to
penetrate her. Cherrie groaned with pleasure then
reached back to pull my face even tighter to her
backside, keeping me pressed tight to her crack as I
licked her to another climax.

"Good little bitch." Cherrie said patting my head as she
stood up after her climax.

Jerking the lead she continued the walk through the
park, I stumbled along with her feeling totally defeated
and expecting to be laid down to be taken by the boys at
any moment. Yet we returned to the clubhouse without
them touching me, I couldn't understand what was going
on, I knew I was to be ****d, but they seemed to be in
no hurry to carry out the final humiliation.

Once we were inside Don took the lead again, Cherrie
went out back while he led me to a mattress spread out
on the floor to one side of the gym. I tensed with fear
at the certain knowledge that they were now going to
take me, I had no illusions that they would simply take
it in turns to have me, that might happen at first, but
sooner or later they would take me in groups. Jerking
the lead Don had me kneel at the centre of the mattress,
letting the lead drop he stepped back to look down at
me.

"Well," he sneered, "did you enjoy your walk bitch?"

Though the bulk of me had abhorred the humiliation of
that walk and having to lick the teenage girl to climax
a part of me had been excited by it. I was tempted to
tell him that I had hated the walk, but I knew deep down
this was not what he wanted to hear, no matter what I
felt about what was done to me I had to tell him I loved
it, it was the only answer he wanted.

"Yes," I breathed in shame.

"Yes what?" he sniggered.

"Yes," I said more loudly while my eyes close to hold
back my tears of disgrace, "I enjoyed my walk."

"Hey wimp," Don laughed, "your momma is some kinda slut
ain't she."

I was too ashamed to look to where my son was standing
to see how he reacted to Don's words. The sound of
Cherrie's heels clicking on the gym floor heralded her
return, I heard my son gasp loudly and raised my eyes to
see what it was that had shocked him so. My eyes went
wide when I saw Cherrie walking towards me, she was as
naked as I was, her young breasts bouncing as she moved,
but it was the strap on dildo she was wearing that drew
a gasp from me to echo my son's.

Shaking my head I stared at the size of the thing
sticking out from her groin, it had to be ten inches
long and two inches across; I trembled as it dawned on
me what was to come next. Stepping onto the mattress and
coming to a stop a couple of feet from me the girl
looked at me and gave an evil smile.

She ordered me to take off the lead, with awkward
fingers I manages to get it off and lay it at the side
of the mattress as she had instructed, then I knelt
there terrified of what was to come. Yet at the same
time that perverted part of me I had never known I had
was sending signals of excitement coursing through my
body, trembling in mixed fear and excitement I waited
Cherries pleasure.

"You want this?" she sneered down at me pointing to the
dildo.

"Yes," I almost whispered, saying the only words I knew
she wanted to hear, "yes I want it."

"Thought so," she laughed, the rest of the group
laughing with her, "well if you want it you had better
start by sucking it. Crawl on over here you slut and
suck this cock!"

Obeying her command I crawled across the couple of feet
between us and put my mouth to the artificial phallus,
it felt hard and unyielding on my lips as I closed them
around its head. Tears flowed from my eyes as I took the
first few inches of it into my mouth, the hard cap
pressing against my throat before I drew back again.
With slow motions I moved my mouth up and down on the
dildo, my tongue running on the underside of it as it
push in and out.

"Jesus, call that cock-sucking!" Cherrie barked above
me, "Take the fucking thing in bitch!"

Her words stunned me to immobility, I had never managed
to take anything into my throat before; surely she
couldn't expect me to take this giant artificial penis
that way.

"Fucking do it!" she barked out as my son's voice rose
in a cry of pain.

My mind was screaming that it was impossibility even as
I tried to do as she wanted, pushing down on the dildo I
let it press at the back of my throat then tried to push
down on it even more. Gagging I pulled back to try again
and again, but each time I felt as though it was choking
me and would pull back.

"You'll fucking take it," Cherrie hissed viciously as
Bob's voice rang out in agony in the background, "or
your precious little boy gets an arm broke."

Bob was almost screaming in agony as I closed my eyes
and tried pushing down on the thing yet again, my son's
cries rang in my ears as I gagged but kept trying to
push down.

"You get it all in and he stops getting hurt." Cherrie
crowed down at me.

Gagging and choking I pushed down hard and at last felt
the hard plastic push into my throat, god it was painful
and I groaned both my pain and degradation as the thing
slid further into my throat. I felt as though I was
suffocating as I went on pushing down, the blood pounded
in my ears almost drowning out my son's cries. Then my
lips touched the base of dildo in a lewd kiss, above me
Cherrie was laughing and pointing out the indignity of
my position, but at least my son's screams had stopped,
though I could hear him sobbing somewhere nearby.

"Oh yeah," Cherrie laughed, "this bitch loves it! Mouth
fuck that dick bitch!"

Sobbing I pulled my head back letting the dildo slide
out of my throat, letting it slide almost all the way
out of my mouth before pushing down on it again. As I
slowly 'mouth fucked' that hard plastic I began to find
it easier to take, I no longer felt as though I was
suffocating as it pushed into me and then to my horror I
found I was starting to enjoy the feel of the thing
moving in my throat.

My mind screamed out that it was impossible for me to
get pleasure from having this thing going in and out of
my mouth, but my body was growing more and more aroused
with each movement I made on the dildo. The point came
where I groaned not in shame but in pleasure, I felt
disgusted with myself, yet there was no escaping the
excitement building in me nor was there any hiding it.

Loud voices yelled derision at me as I began to move
faster on the dildo, I heard Don shout out 'look at the
slut go, she really digs it!' Cherrie was screeching at
me to 'do it faster', I could not disguise the surges of
pleasure running through me even while I sobbed
tearfully in disgrace at my own actions.

"Jeez, the fucking slut's gonna cum!" one of the boys
yelled out deridingly.

"Damn right she is." Cherrie crowed as I pushed up and
down on the dildo, "I knew the fucking bitch was a whore
and this proves it. Bet sonny boy can't believe what a
slut his momma really is."

In my mind I screamed out in denial, but my body was
making me groan out in pleasure as the very climax they
had laughingly predicted I would have washed over me.

"Oh boy, she's fuckin' cumming!" a voice shouted with
glee, "Look at that fuckin' cunt juice up!"

With a loud moan of unmistakable pleasure I pushed all
the way down on the plastic cock and jerked into a
climax, the laughter and lewd comments only seeming to
add to the sensation that filled me. As my climax faded
I felt degraded, I couldn't believe what had happened, a
part of my mind was numb with shock as Cherrie had me
release the dildo and kneel in front of her.

Panting for breath I tried to understand what was
happening to me, how I could be getting so aroused by my
own degradation, but I couldn't comprehend it. Letting
my eyes move I looked to where my son was standing
holding one of his arms, his eyes and mouth were wide in
disbelief, his head shaking as though trying to deny
what he had just seen happen.

Beside my son Don was laughing and calling me all sorts
of filthy things, I felt my hatred for him well up and
he must have seen it in my eyes because he stopped
laughing, looked at Cherrie and nodded.


-= PART 2 =-

Somewhere I heard a clock striking the hour, ten chimes,
only ten chimes, with dread I knew deep inside me that I
had another 46 and a half hours of torment ahead of me.
With a deep shame I wondered how I would be reacting by
the time those hours had passed if I was cumming for
them after only ninety minutes! Fearfully my thoughts
dwelt on my son and what he must now be thinking of me,
could he ever accept me again after this?

"Beg for it you fucking slut!" Cherrie hissed cutting
off my thoughts, "Beg me to fuck you with this cock so
your beloved boy can see just how big a whore his mother
is!"

"Please take me with that cock," I said loud enough for
them all to hear, "do me with it, please, I need it in
me."

"Say the fucking word!" Cherrie almost screamed out,
"Say it, slut, let's all hear what you want me to do!"

"F-fuck me Cherrie," I answered forcing down my shame
and tears, "fuck me with that cock. Please Cherrie, do
it, fuck me with it!"

She looked at me and shook her head, she must have seen
that I didn't truly want what I was begging her for and
she wanted to degrade me to the point of truly begging
her to fuck me with the thing strapped to her crotch.

"Tell you what," she sneered, "you suck on it some more
while I think about it."

Obediently I took the dildo into my mouth and throat
again, this time one of her hands grasped my hair and
moved my head in a fast hard motion that to my utter
disgust had me rising to another orgasm within a few
minutes. Before I could reach a peak Cherrie pulled my
head backwards and looked down into my eyes.

"Now beg me," she whispered harshly.

My pussy was burning from the aborted orgasm, it was
screaming for me to give it release, to fill the need to
climax and I knew this was showing in my eyes as Cherrie
stared into them.

"Oh god Cherrie, fuck me, I need it, please, fuck me,
fuck me!" I cried out.

"Lie down and spread your legs." Cherrie laughed
triumphantly.

I'd thought she would take me from behind which would
have at least allowed me the illusion that it was a man
taking me, but now I knew that she was going to take me
as a man would, on top of me looking down at my
humiliation and excitement. Still begging her to fuck me
I lay back and opened my legs wide, Cherrie knelt
between my legs, her eyes locked on mine as she reached
forward to stroke my pussy, she sank a finger into me
with a broad grin spreading across her lips.

"You are really hot for it aren't you bitch." She
gloated as he pulled her finger from me.

She pushed the juice soaked finger towards my mouth and
I swallowed it to the knuckle as I sucked my own juices
from her skin. From all around me male laughter sounded,
their voices raised in derision at my shameful arousal
at what was happening to me, I felt totally despoiled
yet helpless in the grip of the excitement my body was
forcing through me.

When Cherrie reached down to cruelly squeeze my breasts,
to twist and tug at my nipples I couldn't hold back a
moan of pleasure, I hovered on the edge of an orgasm as
the girl played with my breasts, teased my nipples
painfully and tormented my burning pussy by rubbing just
the tip of the dildo along it.

"Should I suck on your tits?" Cherrie asked loudly.

"Yes, yes!" I cried out, "Suck them, please Cherrie,
suck my nipples hard!"

With a laugh she lowered her head and kissed me full on
the lips instead, her hands tugging at my nipples and to
my eternal shame I responded to her kiss hungrily.
Throwing my arms around her small body I held her tight
to me, letting her tongue slide into my mouth as I
humped my lower body trying to get the dildo into my
burning pussy! One of the boys laughed 'hot damn look at
her fucking demanding it!' with a hard shove she parted
our lips then twisted her head down to suck at one of my
nipples.

"Oh God!" I groaned out as her action sent a thrill
through me then I was pleading with the girl, "Please I
have to have it, Cherrie please give it to me, fuck me
for god's sake fuck me!"

Her only answer was to move her mouth to my other nipple
while I continued to plead with her to take me, I
listened in horror to myself begging this girl to take
me as though from a distance. Then she was kneeling up,
I looked up into her eyes as she pressed the dildo to my
yearning pussy, her face held a sneer of contempt for me
that burned out of her eyes at me, but she savoured the
sight of my increased arousal in my eyes as she pushed
the cap of the dildo between my pussy lips.

"Where do you want this?" Cherrie whispered down at me.

"In my pussy, please, put it in my pussy!" I groaned
trying to hump up onto the hard unyielding plastic.

"Where?" she asked again.

Through my haze of humiliation and pleasure I realised
that she wanted me to use the crudest language to tell
her and everyone present what I needed from her. I had
hardly ever used foul language, begging her to 'fuck' me
had been the first time I had used that word and now I
knew what she wanted I did not hesitate.

"In my cunt!" I cried out loudly, "Oh god Cherrie,
please, put it in my cunt!"

Her sneer grew wider as she pressed the dildo to my
pussy then pushed down on it hard with all the weight of
her small body. The whole ten inches of the thing rammed
into me in a burst of delight that drove me straight
into my climax! Screaming out for her to fuck me I
jerked and humped against the fake cock that filled me
to capacity, which had driven deep into my womb.

Loud laughter fuelled my inner shame as Cherrie began to
fuck me with harsh jerks of her body, tears of shame and
bliss filled my eyes as she fucked me hard with me
begging her to go faster! Climax after climax ran though
me as this slip of a girl took me ruthlessly and then as
I reached towards another peak she pulled away from me.
Opening my eyes I looked up at her pleadingly, but she
just smirked and ordered me to stand up, I obeyed with
my legs threatening to give way beneath me.

Still smirking the girl lay down on the mattress, the
dildo pointing up into the air as I looked down on her
with my while whole body seemed to burn with lust.
Wordlessly Cherrie pointed at the dildo and I knew what
she wanted me to do, straddling her body I lowered
myself onto the dildo and let myself sink down on it
with a groan.

For a moment I sat impaled on the thing then I began to
thrust up and down as hard and as fast as I could,
almost driving the girl into the ground as I fucked
myself even harder on it than she had done me. Cherrie
laughed up at me, calling me a 'slut', a 'whore' and a
'bitch', her words were echoed by the boys surrounding
the mattress and even though I felt degraded by their
words I could not stop myself moving on the hard plastic
cock.

"OH GOD!" I cried out, "What's happening to me!"

Cherrie laughed up at me as I flopped forward gasping
for breath, her hands pulled cruelly at my nipples until
I cried out in pain, but even that seemed to excite my
body so that my cry was tinged with pleasure. Leaning
down I kissed the sneering girl hard, forcing my tongue
between her resisting lips and for a moment I was in
control of what was happening, but Cherrie was not going
to let that happen, with a jerk of her body she threw me
off her and stood up.

Sobbing and shuddering in orgasmic bliss I watched as
she took a tube of something one of the boys was handing
her, watched as she squeezed out a clear gel onto the
dildo then rubbed it over the surface.

"On your hands and knees slut!" Cherrie commanded.

Shaking I took up the position and gazed in horror as
Don drew my son around the mattress until he was right
in front of me, his eyes shocked and upset at the sight
of his mother acting the way she was. Suddenly I felt
coolness on my anus, my eyes went wide as a finger
pressed into me almost without effort and it came to me
that the coolness had been a lubricant.

The finger moved out of me then the cool sensation came
again, this time it felt as though the nozzle of the
tube had been pushed in me as the cool gel entered my
back passage. Then the finger was back pushing the
lubricant further into me, coating my bowels for what
was to come and although I had never had anything in my
back passage before a surge of pleasure began to rise in
me again.

In front of me my son stared in dismay as I began to
push back against the finger invading my bottom, but as
soon as I moved it was pulled out leaving me trembling
in anticipation of what would take its place.

"Look at her," Don was saying to my son, "she loves it,
so much for your oh so pure momma wimp, look at her
begging for it."

And I was begging for it, Cherrie was pressing the dildo
to my anal ring and I was crying out to her to fuck my
arse. This wasn't me, something was wrong, yet I
couldn't find the concentration to figure out what, a
part of me was thinking bewilderedly that it might be
me, a me that had never had the chance to come out
before, but the rest of me screamed out a denial of
that.

No matter how horny I had got in the past I had never
begged this way, at first my words had been just that,
words to satisfy their sick desires, but now I was
really begging to be fucked, to be used in any way they
pleased! I couldn't believe that I could act this way
without something else acting on me.

Then my thoughts were torn asunder as Cherrie began to
push the strap-on into me, I thought it would tear me
apart as it stretched me painfully, but the lubricant
aided its slow entry sending messages of ecstasy cutting
through the pain. My eyes half closed as I pushed back
against Cherrie, the dildo pushing deeper into my back
passage, in front of me my son looked as though he would
faint with shock at the sight of me screaming out for
the girl to fuck my arse. My tears flowed again as I
felt the humiliation rise even higher in me, but even
then I couldn't fight the pleasure, it seemed to fill me
until it was all that mattered.

"So what's your mom now?" Don asked my son.

"Shut up!" Bob said even while his eyes stared at me in
shock.

"You know the slut threw the fight dontcha." Don
sneered, "There ain't no way a k** as small as Cherrie
could have beaten otherwise."

My son looked at Don then back at me with horror in his
eyes, I shook my head in denial of Don's words, but I
dare not speak out my denial for fear that my speaking
out of turn would bring my son pain. I pleaded with my
son with my eyes not to listen to Don even as they
closed in orgasmic bliss as the dildo finally pushed all
the way into my back passage, groaning I shuddered as I
came, my breasts shaking lewdly in front of my son as
they hung under me.

Cherrie took hold of my hair and pulled me backwards to
her, twisting my head round she kissed me forcefully,
driving her tongue into my mouth as her other hand
snaked around my body to tease one of my nipples. Then
her lips were at my ear, her breath sounding loud as she
started a fucking motion with the dildo by moving her
lower body.

"When he asks," she was whispering in my ear as she
nuzzled it, "you better fucking confirm everything Don's
telling him."

"God no!" I gasped in voice so low even she could barely
hear it.

"God yes!" Cherrie hissed in my ear, "If you want the
k** to stay in one piece you'd damned well better go
along with it."

My mind froze at what she was saying, even the burning
desire that filled me was held at bay for a moment as
the probable result of my confirming Don's lies came to
me. Then the pleasure was overwhelming me again and I
groaned in despair mixed with arousal as Cherrie began
to pump the dildo up into my back passage with hard
jerks of her body.

"Why?" I gasped out as bliss filled me again, "Why do
you want to drive my son from me?"

"Why?" Cherrie hissed licking my ear lobe, "Because we
can. Better him disgusted with you than crippled don't
you think?"

"Yes." I groaned softly, "You know I'll do whatever it
takes to protect him from being hurt."

"We know," she laughed, "you wouldn't have come tonight
otherwise. So bitch, what's it to be?"

"I'll tell your damned lies." I moaned in despair, "Just
don't hurt him please, I beg you."

"You behave and he'll be fine." She laughed in my ear
then pulled my head around so that I could see my son,
"Look at the little bastard, so shocked by his mummy
begging to be fucked but still fucking getting horny
watching it happen."

Aghast I let my eyes drop to my son's groin, the
unmistakable bulge of an erection filled the front of
his trousers and the size of the bulge was an even
bigger shock. In my arse Cherrie was pumping hard and I
bit my lip as a new wave of bliss ran through me, my
eyes locked on my son's groin as I gauged the size of
him as even larger than the dildo filling me.

Shocked at my thoughts I forced my eyes up to his face
then grunted as Cherrie pushed me back down onto my
hands and knees again, Bob's eyes met mine and I cringed
inwardly at what I was going to have to tell him. Don
stood at his shoulder leering at me as I rose to another
orgasm, the laughter and catcalls of the other boys
filling me right along with my pleasure.

"Look at her Bob," Don said to my son, his eyes looking
over my shoulder to Cherrie then his lips curving into a
victorious smile, "you think she'd be fucking cumming