”She then tried to move her hand, but he still had a tight grip. All she could do was try to massage him through the use of her fingers. This wasn�...t going to do. She thought. She wanted to make Tommy cum again. She glanced down at her trapped hand, to see what she could do, that’s when she noticed the popcorn bag. It was still there, somehow it hadn’t fallen to the floor, and was still lying across her lap. She loosened her grip on his penis and looked up to him with with a sly smile on her. Then deeper. Then deeper, AND faster. Eventually the pain subsided. My asshole accepted what it was receiving. It actually started to feel good. I felt so dirty. Like a slut. I guess it was a mental thing to make it feel good. And it did. I didn’t let on that it did, though. I think he liked the feeling of taking whatever he wanted.I bit my upper lip as he slipped in and out of my ass. I reached around and felt his shaft going in my backdoor. I just closed my eyes, listening to this older man. Now it’s your turn.’ Rachel was uncertain what was expected of her, but drinks were ordered and the four of them chatted on about their experiences, their jobs, hopes and ambitions. Every so often the talk would stop whilst they made a joint survey of the men in the room, at any rate, those who were unaccompanied by a woman. They were given marks out of ten for looks, grooming, smile-factor…. ‘Smiling is very important,’ said Cherie. ‘For women, too.’ ….and sexual potential. ‘How can you do. It was now the first of May and I heard a knock on my door. Cindy wasthere, and after a rather strained conversation, she asked if I stillwanted her to do my landscaping this year. I said that was fine, and shesaid she would still give me the friends and family discount. I said Ihoped we could still be friends, and she said "good." There was somethingin that good that was menacing, but I figured it was just me.A couple of weeks later there was a knock on the door and it was Cindyagain. She said.