Having penetrated you, I begin the real fuck,pushing against your ass like I'm trying to push you away from me. Of course,my heel is plugged into your...asshole, so you're not going anywhere. Masterloves what he sees and gets up, drops his pants, and sits in front of yourface. He tells you you're a fucking mess. And you are…all snot and tearsand saliva spread across your contorted face as I quite literally fuck theshit out of your virgin asshole with my high heel. I'm working up a sweat andslowly. That's it girl. Breathe in that way so the scent is evenmore powerful." Good girl. Breathe in and think of how wonderfully hard and shiny andtall these boots are. See that in your mind's eye as you see how yourwoman begs to have my cock inside her. That's it, breathe in."I did breathe in. And I did envision those boots and that turned meon. And the image of him wearing those boots while Claire squealed inecstasy beneath him made me wince with pleasure."Open your eyes, sissy. Open them. Loni's thighs pounced immediately, trapping the invading pleasure provider, then spreading wide anxiously soliciting further exploration.They continued sharing oral juices as Loni's fingers now emulated her partners, moving deliberately off the heaving breast, sliding across the soft belly arriving at the predators lair, made readily accessible by Caly's anxiously spreading thighs and forward trusting pelvis.Fingers now circled the mounds of rapture, caressing, probing, and groping; dispatching. You just wanted to go to your room and have a quiet cry and a bit of a wank to finish yourself off.Instead, you had to prepare a three-course dinner at which we all drank rather too much wine. The conversation inevitably turning to sex and the frustrations of your Bestie’s sex life.“All I ever end up doing is masturbating to the sounds of my roommate fucking her boyfriend next door,” she moaned.This gives me an idea and I proceed to hitch up your skirt at the dinner table while you protest.“No.