“Oh Becky, Yes beautiful, you belong to us,” whispered Jack, “Ours to fuck.” “Oh yes baby! You feel so fucking good inside me,” moaned Bec...y.Over and over again they thrust themselves so hard, so deep into Becky’s wanting, begging pussy and ass, bringing her closer to the edge. Becky wrapped her legs around Jack’s waist, pulling him deeper. Her head still bent backward onto Garrett’s shoulders, Jack went over to kiss her lips again, pressing over her as her mounds pressed into his chest. He. “You want a bite?” she asked. “But,honey…what about your diet? You promised me you’d tryto lose 30 pounds!”“I know…I’m sorry.”Nothing else was said as Rhonda and I finished our meal.After we ate, I lit a cigarette, ready for moreconversation. I was curious to know more about thisstrange couple I was going to spend the evening with.“So, tell me Rhonda: does Ralphie here get off on youscrewing other guys or something?”Rhonda. Several years later she started working as a consultant and would travel Monday through Friday. When she came home on weekends it always started with sex on Friday night, I would always ask how many guys were checking her out as she travelled, or at the hotel in the evening, she always wore dresses or skirts, pantyhose and heels. She looked good in heels and pantyhose. Occasionally she would have a story about a guy that flirted with her either at lunch, dinner or while having a drink in the. "So, going to the clubs without your panties, eh? Are you wearing any now?" Yes," she answers, "going commando in slacks isn't all that comfortable." "Why would I do that at work anyway?" she says giving me a knowing glance."So you could flash your bare ass to me, what else?" I could flash you and still wear panties. It's not like they're glued on." Will you really do that?" Maybe. You might mess yourself though." Give me some credit. I saw your nipple without cumming all over." Yeah. I guess.