Her rump was uppermost, and her head was somewhere near her knees. The visitors were several men. They raped her ass and stuffed their dicks down her ...hroat, but never bothered with her vagina. Gail thought she must have swallowed a cup of cum, and another cupful was running down her thighs. There was no pleasure in it, only a sore jaw and a burning ass hole. Another few visitors came in, and it was more of the same, except that one "client" douched her ass with a bottle of soda, unwilling to. I wondered if Jack had any siblings or parents alive. My parents were gone and I had been an only child. My decision to divorce Mike had been put off due to their illnesses. When they died, divorce was my thought and then Mike was killed. I wondered how innocent of cheating Jack had really been. He had the look that suggested he had a way with women.I was worried about that issue. I would use that concern to slow down my feelings if I started to hurry. This evening would just be dinner and. The sensation is pleasant enough, Isuppose, but I can't say that it excites me.Then his other hand is on my waist. I gasp, because it doesn't stay therebut travels directly to my left breast. Not pawing, not kneading. Justholding it.Which may explain why I grip his arm but don't pull it away.And now my lips part and my eyes widen in shock, for a boundary has beencrossed. I've sent a signal that permits him to fondle my tits whenever hewants. I don't have to endure it, I'm not his toy - but. No signs remained of what had passed through, although she clearly needed a shower. She reeked of sex. It made her nipples rise, remembering how it came to be so. She turned on the water.After her shower, she took coffee into the living room, sitting on the couch to think. She was still naked, sitting before the open window. She rarely wore clothes at home, even though she knew there were men across the way who watched her. That knowledge had always turned her on a little, and once in a while.