I suppose it felt like being fucked with a semi-hard cock. She tried valiantly to get it in and fuck me but it just wasn't the right equipment for the...job. Instead, she used a dildo and fucked me by hand for a bit. We went back to her living room and she bound me over her ottoman as before. Then she gave me a treat that I will never forget and shall always be thankful for. She had Suzy get behind me and perform analingus on me. It was amazing. I've never felt anything quite so nice. Of course,. As I put the drinks down on the table, I stood there for a couple of seconds to get a good eyeful and from the expression on her face, she liked what she saw. As we drank our drinks, we carried on our conversation and, although sex wasn't mentioned there was a definite undertone. When we'd finished our drinks, she put her hand on my thigh, just below my cock and smiled. "How about we have the next one at my place?" she said, and I jumped as her hand moved up slightly and brushed my denim. .. don't you want to have me?" she asked, looking back at him."Why are you on your knees?" This is the way I've always done it. This is how I was taught. The shopkeeper said that because I was a whore, I didn't need to see what was happening – and no man wanted to look and see himself with a dirty whore so I was to face away from them," she said."Turn around and sit, Selassie," he said, patting the bed. She turned around, worried she may have somehow upset him."Selassie, you are no longer a. He lifted my face by the chin and looked into my eyes. ‘You wanna tell me? I could help.’ I couldn’t help myself. I lunged forward and began rabidly kissing him. His tongue was in my mouth and mine in his. They danced together, sharing spit. I didn’t care. I was making out with my best friend. And I was a girl doing it. He grunted, and I realized that my leg was being pushed away. My cheeks grew red when I saw his erection bulging from his jeans. I swear, had we not been in public, I’d have.