I played dumb. I had to. Justin said if I ever told anyone things would get even worse. “I don’t know what you mean.”
A hand slapped across my tit. A red palm print formed.
“Now, unless you want the next one across your face, start telling the truth. Justin is a brute. There’s no way he can get a divine thing like you. Not without some kind of leverage. So spill.”
I kept my mouth shut. The hand met my face and I spun to the floor. The hobble skirt was ripped off amidst savage yells from April.
“f*****g cunt! I asked you a question and want the truth!”
Her hand found its way to my p***y. Wet, slick, hot.
“No, no I can’t!” I said. “I’ve never...not with...”
“You’ve never tasted p***y before? Not after tonight. You’re going to get it either way, nice or nasty. It all depends on you.”
