I cried in shock and my eyes widened. She laughed,genuinely laughed. And that was when my fucking began. She slapped bothmy thighs, over and over agai..., hard, sometimes moving her hands aroundas she did and sometimes concetrating a number of consecutive smacks onthe same place. I did my best to keep up my blue movie soundtrack butincreasingly I begged her to stop. As the pain in my thighs rose so didthe volume of my voice. The frequency and force with which she penetratedme increased, faster. "Now is a good time." "Just a little foreplay," I responded. I put it in a quarter of an inch again. Then I forced it in hard."Oh God!" She wimpered. Her body collapsed. She looked up at me with a hurt look on her face as she struggled to get back up. Her face was red and tears were on her cheeks. She straightened back up and got back into position. "Do it again," she said quietly.She straightened back up and spread her legs farther apart. I backed most of the way out and stabbed her g spot. “I sure am but I thought of a way of fucking the fucking slut’s mouth hotter than simply fucking her throat.” Ross said and smiled.“You did! What can be hotter than fucking her hot throat?” Steve asked. “Believe me her throat is hot and tight Ross.”“You bringing the slut’s husband upstairs and having coffee in the dining room while I fuck her throat. Shit that would be hot.” Ross said with a wicked smile on his face.“Shit you have to be joking.” Vincent moaned the same time I felt his. ‘No Sydney stay still! Bonnie tell him what you are doing. No better still sing to him what you are doing! Sydney if you want to ask her a question or tell her anything back I want you to sing it to her as well!’ ‘I am browning the meat, with a little bit of salt,’ came Bonnie’s soft lilt as she obeyed the artist’s instructions. A little self-consciously Sydney sang back. ‘Why do you do that? What did I do wrong?’ The tune was an old school song that he could easily remember singing when he was.