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Carsse the pis whore

Cassie woke with the world spinning and her head banging like it was inside a bass speaker at a rock concert. “Oh fuck,” she exclaimed, “Oh bloody fuck.” She looked around the darkened room and waited for it to stop spinning but it kept on remorselessly revolving from left to right. “My head!” she groaned, “Oh bloody hell.” “It’s your own stupid fault,” a stern voice announced, “You were warned about mixing legal highs with booze.” “Oh stuff your supercilious bloody pious bloody crap,” Carrie snapped and then as she realised her hands were tied she demanded, “What the fuck’s happening.” The room stopped spinning, Carrie sobered up instantly, “Oh fuck!” she said, as she felt the unmistakable slippery moisture of a man‘s cum between her pussy lips, “Who fucked me?” “Which one, they formed quite a queue at one stage,” the woman replied, “I’m Marjorie by the way, “Toby’s mum.” “Oh fuck,” Carrie sighed, as reality dawned and she realised that apart from stockings, high heels and a basque she was completely naked, “I guess they all went and left me?” “About eight hours ago,” Marjorie agreed, “How could you be so stupid?” “Practice,” Cassie agreed, “Any idea where my clothes are?” she asked as she realised her hands were actually handcuffed to her thighs. “Ah, well,” Marjorie said awkwardly, “That could be a problem.” “And the key to these cuffs?” Cassie suggested. “That too,” Marjorie admitted, “You see it really is not good enough Cassie, fucking all comers bare back.” “Really, ...

... so what the fuck has it got to do with you?” Cassie demanded. “Toby,” Marjorie said simply, “I do not want my son to get some hideous disease.” “That’s real big of you,” Cassie agreed. “He is rather shy,” Marjorie confessed, “And probably a virgin though if we had been another ten minutes last evening I have no doubt you would have ensured he was one no longer.” “Oh for god’s sake I do have standards,” Cassie sighed, “That wimpo techie nerd, give me some credit.” “Exactly,” Marjorie agreed, “Credit, I am afraid it is payback time young lady, if you want to be a junkie and the group whore be my guest.” “Who are you calling a whore?” Cassie demanded. “Well dear if you are the only girl at an orgy with twelve men,” Marjorie suggested. “Only?” Cassie asked as she realised she was lying on a leather couch in a darkened room with a fireplace, coffee table and widescreen TV visible in the gloom, “Oh fucking hell.” “You sound surprised?” Marjorie suggested. “There were a group of us, I came with Dan, where is he?” Cassie asked “Long gone,” Marjorie explained, “The other girls went clubbing.” “Oh christ, Dad will kill me,” Cassie sighed, “You won’t tell him will you?” “He knows,” Marjorie admitted, “He called earlier.” “Sod it, is he mad?” Cassie asked hopefully. “You could say that, anyway he asked me to take you under my wing so to speak,” Marjorie explained, “He said if you act like a bitch in heat you must be treated like a bitch.” “Great, really positive,” Cassie agreed, “So where ...