He said that he was afraid I wouldn’t remember him after the quick fuck last night. So, he had me put a butt plug up my ass while he listened. I’m...supposed to wear it all day just to help me remember him. Don’t think I’ll be playing any tennis today.” -------------------------------- VI There was something about Susan’s ‘slut’ essay that somehow sounded familiar to Bill. It bothered him all day. There was a line that he was sure he had read before, “A whore fucks for money. A true slut fucks. In fact she wanted to.He took her head and press it down toward his cock. Her lips kissed it. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked the shaft from it base to its head. It was spongy and hard at the same time. The salty taste of his cock didn't bother her like she thought it would.Her boss had removed his hand from her head because she was performing willingly. She took the sack of his balls in her hand and was massaging it as she licked his shaft. Then when she had reached the head she. He quite often ejaculated as he attempted to penetrate her. Her doctor had not been much help, simply explaining that older women often experienced some shrinkage of the vagina.Yet her own sexual desire sometimes surprised her. Often, after this pleasant backyard chore, she went into the house and masturbated in her bedroom, lying across the bed naked on her stomach with both hands holding and massaging her crotch as her wide hips rose and fell. Not even George knew she did that. Linda had been. She spread her legs wider to control her balance exposing her naked pussy even more. She brought her hands behind her back holding the fingers of her left hand in her right. The man stepped behind her and knelt down. She felt him looping the rope around her right wrist and then her left. Expertly he wound the rope around her arms pulling them closer together behind her back. She felt the tension in her shoulders as they were drawn back and was conscious of her tits being pulled up. To her.