“You're just a bimbo slut. You'll do anything.”“You knew the secret password,” Janet moaned. “And I am a slut. Frank's bimbo wife slut! I lo...e being his slut. It's sooooooo much yummy fun.”“I bet,” I panted, reaming my thumb in and out of her asshole as I fucked her pussy. My clit throbbed more and more, massaged by the dildo's base, my pussy clenching around the end stirring through me, building my pleasure. “You want me to fuck your ass, don't you?”“Oh, that would be so goody!” the bimbo. Maybeyou can make him happy. Besides, I don't plan to spend much time here anyway. I've got other thingsto do. You understand. There's so many things I've missed out on, so manyopportunities I've let slip by for the sake of our marriage. I think itstime I took advantage of them. I think it's time you gave a little. Ohthere's that terrified look in your eyes again. You should be okay...Iguess. Just be careful who you pick up. There are a lot of dangerous men outthere and in spite of everything. The worst night was when the couple next door to her ended up having insanely loud sex. She wanted to scream at them to shut the fuck up, but at the same time she wanted to go next door and bury her face in the woman's pussy while her man fucked her pussy into a gooey mess. She rubbed her pierced clit furiously, but ended up falling asleep instead of cumming her brains out and ruining her sheets. Business trips were hell when you're too tired to try and get laid.She remembered sitting on the. "Princess I hope your happy, cuz they made your girlfriend a coke whore for nigga dick!" As the camera zoomed in, I could see her sniffing and licking the cocaine off of their long black cocks, and begging for more. The call went on for over an hour, while not only could I see and hear these black bulls running a train on my girl, but also seeing the apparent supplier of the piles of coke ask out loud to no one in particular, "Who's paying for this bitch's habit?" And when no one spoke up, I.