All hint of tenderness was gone. I reacted in kind, pulling her against me, moaning into her mouth."You are such a little slut, Kitty." Yes." I hissed...breathless. I couldn’t deny it. The ultimate kitty slut, wanting only one thing, desire making no room for any other thoughts. I wanted to cum, to make her cum. I wanted her to use and abuse me. I wanted her to do everything to me she’d ever fantasized about and, mostly, I wanted her to push me beyond what I was comfortable with, far beyond. I. Then she asked whether I was a virgin or not.For which I too replied no.Then our conversation escalated to our experiences and eventually to sex chats.I suggested that relationships were waste of time and I was more interest in being friends with benefits,to which she agreed.We used to call during midnight and fantasize about having sex.She used to moan slightly and I frequently masturbated during those sessions. Then we started sending pics of each other through WhatsApp and I masturbated. . As he took off his boots, the blanket that once covered my legs slid off to the ground as I stood up and walked towards the hallway, a sly smile on my face as my heart raced faster and faster... “I missed you” I told him, in a sweet voice ... He smiled back at me, his eyes following my legs up to where his black t-shirt curved around my hips, then up to my lips which were slightly parted from my longing to kiss him wherever my lips first found skin.Grabbing my hand softly, he led me straight. I looked down. He was barely 5ft. Kind of skinny. Had a bad toupee, and bad dark mustage. "I'm taking your wife out onto the dance floor. I'll bring her back when I'm done." I said. His eyes got big. His mouth dropped open. He did not say a word. He just watched as I walked back to the end of the bar to get his wife. I then held her hand. As I walked her out to the dance floor.She waved to her husband, before I put my hand on her lower back. The first two songs were fast. I spun.