I can’t help but believe that she experiences the same exhilaration as you do.” “So you think fucking you makes her feel like a craven slut like...I do when Rich fucks me?” Emily asked him. “Emily!” It was Evan’s turn to scold. “Well, it does, Evan,” she replied belligerently. “I told you it makes me feel raw and sexual. You think she feels that way with you?” “I don’t know, darling. I suppose there is some sense of carnality in it.” “Oh, no you don’t, Professor,” Emily laughed, hitching herself. Inaddition to filling him with liquid, and stimulating his prostate from inside,now the machine was assraping him. She looked into his eyes, teasingly. ?There'sonly one notch left. We call it The Filler.? She stood up, and walked aroundto his ass. Running her latex-clad hand over the mounds of flesh, she squeezeda cold gel onto his asshole. ?Don't worry; this'll make it hurt a little bit?more.? Menthol?! The icy gel oozed down onto the dildo, and was slowlycirculated into his ass. Everything. I knew she would. She was totally loving this scene. She had this almost starved look in her eyes - like she could not get enuff of something and would do anything to get it. When she returned, she announced to the group that she was their fuck toy to use anyway they wanted. And that she wanted to be fucked by everyone as many times as they could. She said she loved being the group's little whore and she wanted us to treat her like the cumslut she truly was. Her dirty talk was really getting. Anita wondered if she would ever actually hear from him but she certainly hoped so.She remained, bored, in the pub for almost another hour before it was decided that the group would break up and it was well after ten o'clock at night when Jane and Trevor dropped Anita off at her home.She had a coffee at home and it was getting towards eleven o'clock when her mobile buzzed.It was a number she did not recognise but she thought and hoped that it might be Ian."Hello," she said."Hello beautiful.