I feel like a slut. I feel like I want to act out a slut fantasy”This was a surprise. I was expecting some sort of recrimination from her, maybe som... tears, not this.“What about everything that you did, or rather, what was done to you. You went beyond limits that you set.” I asked“I know, I know,” She replied staring at the ceiling. “But once it started and I realised how good it actually felt, I felt a bit disappointed that we had wasted so many good fucks not experimenting more.”“Wasted. The first card I picked was an ace of diamonds. The second a four of hearts. The third card would mean the difference between victory and defeat. It was with a shaking hand that I reached out and took my card. I dared not look at it. I kept it face-down until Candy revealed her cards. Another full house. Unless the card I had picked was a six of spades, I would never see Candys flawless body in its entirety. This is it I thought, as I flipped the card. My jaw dropped open when I laid eyes on. I always left my clothes on the floor at his front door then would go where ever he told me and do whatever he wanted . One day I was over there .I left my clothes by the door went in to his bedroom and after I sucked him hard he bent me over his bed and was fucking me so good .All of sudden I hear the front door open up and a woman's voice call his name .He never missed a stroke just kept slamming into my hole He call out and tell the woman he would be out in a few moments . After he came in. .Why....ww...ould ...yy....ou..." I couldn't complete my thought because Lisa was now stroking my cock. "The girls must love this," she said continuing her hand job. Lost in the marvelous sensations, I was still speechless. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Lisa asked. "No," I answered shyly. "Is that because of your stepmom?" Her question perplexed me and I finally broke my silence," What do you mean by that?" "I mean, maybe she wouldn't want another woman taking away all of your attention. Maybe.