"You aren't even going to go break them up,are you?" "Sheila can take care of herself." "What kind of husband are you to let someone half rape your ...ifeand not step in!" Julie said loudly. "You are nothing more than apussy!" Sheila was enjoying the feel of Bobby's strong arms around her.It had been a long time since she and Bobby had had his way withher. He was rough in his handling of her and she missed that.Cortland was always slow and gentle with her, and she wantedsomeone who took. So many thoughts run through my head, all somehow related to the fact that I cant believe this is actually happening. When we met you said you would never do something like this, and while I accepted it at the time I always hoped your stance might change. Im having trouble forming coherent thoughts as all the blood rushes to my cock. Then you really surprise me. Reach into the drawer on the bedside table and grab the butt plug in the back. You tell me with a smile over your shoulder. My mind. Eight, half-eight? Would that be too late?“Why don’t I meet you in Ventura for a drink and something to eat? Then you won’t have to travel back in the rush. It’s the right side of the city for me if I leave work a little early?”(Living in the north-west of the city with relatively easy access to them, US 101 and the Ventura Freeway are not that high up my commute hate list. The 405 to LAX through Central Los Angeles is my very un-favorite, though many other stationary parking-lot ‘freeways’ are. Iwas being smothered again, and I was terrified. I didn’tknow what to do. Without thinking, I slipped my tongue upinside her. Her thighs clamped down on my head as I felt shefelt the twitch of an after-shock.“That’s it cunt, lick my wet pussy clean.” She commanded me.She lifted herself enough for me to breathe as I licked andslurped at her crotch.“Mhhm, that feels so good. Are you sure you’re not alesbian? Because you’re the best cunt-licker.