J likes you why not take care of him” . She kissed me and off she went. Well J lost interest in me.The bastard. I was then dancing with the Captain ...f the college football team.We talked,laughed,smoked MJ and danced. Then some slow dances.His hands were on my butt and my arms about his neck.He wants some pussy tonight.He kissed my cheek a few times then my lips then he french kissed me and I let him.I was giving in unsure of the consequences.We kissed a long time .I really liked kissing him. My. Cover me and make me your cumbitch.” Acting as quickly as she could, Diane hadserviced the cock, licking, sucking, rubbing,kissing… doing everything possible to make him cumall over her. “Say your name… tell me what you are,” the mangroaned. This was the ultimate degradation, but Dianecomplied, “I’m Mrs. Diane Connors. I’m a dirty…cocksucker. I’m a slut… I’m a bitch… Cum all over me!” That had done it. The cock. My wife was a very skinny, we will get right down to it, slut with nice rounded medium breasts and a very bald cunt at about 4ft 11in. the first night at the bar she took me home and almost forced me to strip naked insisting she would make me comfortable. Even though she was very experienced she did not know how to touch, hold, and caress a cock. Within a minute of getting my panty’s off she had her cunt spread open and demanding I put it in. I admit it was quick and she insisted I cum in her. The Bell Jar."Sure, Ms. Urquhart," I say. "I'll take it and hang it back here." I walk over and take the coat from her. Another little smile."Thanks," she says."You want a chair?" I say, standing holding her coat. What the hell, she can stay as long as she wants, read all the books. But I'd rather see her read Dick Francis than Sylvia Plath. Even Judith Krantz.I stick my neck out a mile."You OK, Ms. Urquhart?" I ask. I don't call my customers by their first names, and I don't ask my customers.