A pet name, an endearment. I spent most of the afternoon getting ready. I bathed and shaved my pussy closely. I lotioned my whole body in a light sc...nt and I dressed in a flattering pink dress with a bra and a new pair of thongs. I painted my nails in a soft color and wore nice heels. I applied just a little make up, but I made sure to put on lipstick. On the drive to Scott’s industrial apartment, my pussy was positively soaking. I was afraid that my juice would leave a spot on my dress. . For one of the few times that evening I wasn't fully hard. Kind of half and half."Get up on the bed. Put your hands by your sides. And don't bother me while I'm eating. In fact, you need to close your eyes." Well, by now I'd figured out that if I followed her directions that good things would happen. I closed my eyes and waited. She moved my cock up so that it was laying on my stomach. I heard this shshing sound and felt something like a feather on the underside of my cock. Then I felt two of. He kept pushing and pushing not caring about the pain i was in. I could even scream, tears were rolling down my eyes and my body was shivering due to the pain.He was soon balls deep inside me and it felt like a bullet pierced through my hole to my stomach. He then started pounding me. The pain intensified but i couldnt do anything about it. The first 15-20 mins of him pounding me were really painful. But the pain was gradually decreasing. His thrust were getting harder by the second. I removed. In two swallows he had downed half of his vodka and he was appreciating the burn at the back of his throat. He was deliberately drinking on an empty stomach, hoping to get buzzed faster. Only when the liquor was gone would he worry about eating something solid.He was about to take another gulp when someone blocked out the light on his left. He looked up from his glass into the face of a striking woman. She was about his age with a plain face and a short bob, the same haircut other women have.