We hope you enjoy your evening,” she smiled. “Please follow me.”They followed the teen wearing a thin white blouse and form-fitting black mini s...irt. “I trust this semi-private table will suit your anniversary celebrations,” she smiled, eyeing Susan’s very revealing dress. “Andrew, your server as requested, will be with you shortly.”“You asked for a certain person to be our waiter?” she asked watching the pretty girl leave.“I must apologize to you, my love. Tina brought me here for a dinner. But that couldn’t be, could it?After two weeks, one day after Rick and I had some rather rough sex he told me “come by tonight at 8. My partners are going to be here.” “Partners?” I asked. He replied “don’t you wonder how I make money? We find women and train them to be whores for us. We charge top dollar because we provide women that will do all the nasty shit their wives won’t do.”I was stunned. “But I’m not a whore!” I replied. He laughed. “A whore is a slut that fucks for money. . With a sharp pain, my ass began to stretch to accommodate his penetrating member. The sensation was entirely different than the last cock that entered me. His cock was as rigid as compressed rubber. Grasping the sheets more firmly to alleviate the pain, my anus begins to stretch to accommodate him, as if I was taking a cucumber up the ass. Pain and pleasure flooded through me, not knowing where his head ended and shaft began. Once he was about halfway into me, he began these perfectly timed. My wife and I often did it in front of each other, and I always loved watching her face as well as the rest of her body. Leanne's face was etched in concentration, as she avoided my eyes, which might have made her realise what she was doing and break the spell. Her hand slipped inside her knickers and I caught sight of a line of blonde hairs as she wriggled to give her the room to stroke herself. "And what were you thinking about, when you touched yourself?" I asked.Her eyes were closed now, it.