"Can I help you find anything?" she asked cheerily. Carlos read her name tag from her ample chest, taking longer than needed to make eye contact. "No ...hank you, Cherry. I think I am ready to check out," he said, their deep brown eyes meeting over the rack. "Excellent choices you have made there. I have a similar set myself. They are very comfortable. May I make a suggestion?" she asked with a wide smile. "Sure, Cherry, suggest away. You are the expert," Carlos said with an equally wide smile.. Can I call you this weekend?"Hurt, I said, "Sandy, of course. I do love you so. When can I see you?"She said, still without any warmth or feeling in her voice, "I don't know. This damn test is taking all my time right now; maybe when it's done." OK, get some sleep now, and I'll wait to hear from you this weekend. Good night, dear one!"She just said, "Good night." Then she hung up.I was crushed! I had so been looking forward to hearing the Sandy I remembered and loved; warm, happy, caring.. When he lifted his head, she turned her face away. Sitting up, he stroked his hands down her soft belly, tweaking her nipples until they hardened into peaks and she let out a soft gasp. Her hips bucked when he petted her soft curls and he wanted to smile. His cheer faded when he touched her dry flesh.This wouldn’t do at all. He wanted the wild wanton who had ridden him to completion all those months ago. Remembering the lessons he’d gotten from an Italian whore when he’d been a stripling lad in. She felt hands under her ass lifting her up and a strap was wrapped around her to hold the object in. “Daddy's going to teach you to be stuffed, baby girl,” she heard her husband say. “One day you'll learn to really enjoy this.”Suddenly someone penetrated her pussy and began to fuck it. “She's so wet,” a new man growled.She felt her hands being lifted and filled with two more cocks. She wrapped her fingers around the strangers dicks and heard her husband in the distance as another cock was.