"Just like you." He said, but his voice was husky and it made her turn to look up at him. His eyes were on her, and they had changed slightly, looking...now more hungry than playful. She was acutely aware of his arm again, and shifted slightly, not knowing what to say. He pulled her face up and kissed her, and for a moment it was light, and surprising and she kissed him back. Then his mouth grew more aggressive on hers. His arm more tense and she pulled her mouth away. He pressed himself against. " I grabbed the back of her head by her short pony tail and pulled it back as I fingered her. "I want to fuck your ass and face too." Her pussy was now dripping wet and her panties were soaked. "Can I do whatever I want to you?" I whispered in her ear."Yes, I want you to fuck me until I can't take it anymore. I want to be your dirty little slut." She said as her breathing began to quicken. I pulled my hand out of her pants and made her taste her juices. I could smell her slightly fishy, musky. Grunts began flowing past his lips as he forced himself into me with unyielding intensity. I retreat into myself. I tried pretending I was somewhere else, but the pain kept dragging me back. I tried to picture myself with someone less repulsive, someone younger. It didn’t work. Nothing did.I was trapped within my own body, unable to escape the hell that had become my life. Pain gripped me, keeping me from fighting back. What little sanity I had left told me to remain calm and pray the boss was. Until one night out with a large business group. Theatre followed by drinks. Ben was solo in the group. Too many drinks for all of us. Harold, Ben and I took a cab back to our place. Harold suggested a fuck both of them. I took Harold asides, reminded him my fertile week was at hand. He already knows that I would carry any mans c***d as I am getting desperate to conceive. Harold was fine with the risk. So was I. I enjoy very much having two men giving me their attention. This night was no.