“Honey, you don’t have to do this - you don’t have to ‘pay me back’ or anything,” I said. I didn’t want her to feel obligated or make he... feel she was some street whore, sucking cock for a meal.“Don’t you like me? Don’t you think I’m pretty?“ she said a bit insulted.“Sweetheart, I think you’re beautiful. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to. I don’t want to make you feel like a…” I left it there.“Like a whore?” she finished my sentence. “Honey, you haven’t, trust me. You have been. I complied and was naked on the bed with my legs spread and ass hanging out. She took the skinnier dildo, lubed it up a bit and began to circle my hole and then moved it forward. There was a little tinge of pain as it first went in but it was accepted readily and caused a throb in my cock. She began slowly and then, once again started to thrust it in and out faster. Her other hand began to milk my hard cock, causing the foreskin back and forth over the sensitive head, exciting me to no end.. ”“OK”He unzipped in front of the other urinal, as Kendi continued to kiss my neck. And touch my ear.“Kendi, you should get out of here.”“Why? You afraid you’re gonna pee on the ceiling?”“No. I don’t want you to feel trapped.”Kendi flinched before closing her eyes and stopping her kisses on my neck and touches on my ear. She laid her head against my back.“I knew it. Come on, lover, shake it dry and put it away, we need to go and have a talk.”Kendi patted me on the back and turned to walk out the. I was still aware enough to remember that I was a married woman, but I was just far enough along that I was giggling as I tried to fight off two sets of hands. My "stop that, I can't do this" was ignored as I pushed one hand and then another away from me. I said "come on guys, this isn't right. I can't do this" as I pushed Harry's hand away from my right breast and he said:"Of course its right. A hot bitch like you was made for fucking."My protest was smothered when he put his mouth on mine and.