“What the fuck is going on?” I hear my biker’s voice. The other Hardcore friend pulls out of me and I feel a fresh load of cum leak out of threesome me. The pool table must be a mess. My biker moves closer. “Denny, we thought she was fair game.” The blowjob friend says. “Get the fuck out of here.” My biker who I guess is Denny says. I hear the guys shuffle out and the door close. He grabs my hands and lifts me up. He looks angry. I am out of it and don’t really care. “What the fuck were you doing? Were you going to fuck the whole house?” He screams at me. I look at him and tilt my head. I don’t say anything but I can feel my own anger rising. He is not backing down. I slide off the table and my legs are a little wobbly. My skirt falls down over my legs but my uniform is still bunched at my waist. I pull it up and slide my right arm through the sleeve. “Well, do you have anything to say?” he says. “What do you want me to say? Am I not the right kind of whore for you? Did big I fail biker slut 101?” I say and pull my left arm into the tits sleeve. “You could have fought them a little.” He says. I look at him and I had had enough. I stop trying to button my uniform and walk to the door. The first cream big tingled... or maybe I should say it burned like hell, but in any case, by the time it was carefully scraped from Hardcore my body by a crewwoman with what looked like a plastic straight razor, I was completely hairless. Infuriated he reached out demanding tits a blowjob report from the planet Commander. Carol's response was swift and open. S’a crush. My dick throbbed, a line of pussy juices running down it. Sometimes it got me horny, so I'd jerk off watching it, threesome but sometimes it'd make me disgusted too. “What should I do first?” She started as her small comment was replied to, She wraps her arms around me, and looks me deep in my eyes. “Yes, sir.