You’re what I’ve always dream of, my own personal slut. You’ll be with us for the rest of the day.’ Barbara just sat there, not in any sort o... position to do anything about her predicament. ‘So what were you going to do with this big twelve inch dildo?’ George asked. Then he opened up the package and held the rubber cock in front of Barbara’s face. He pushed the end of it in her mouth letting her get it wet with her saliva. Then George rolled Barbara over on her stomach. He put the big black. No shit! It had only been a week and Sarah was getting gang fucked. I was actually a bit depressed because I couldn’t be a part of it. Still though, I took a little satisfaction that my wife was the center of attention. The next night I was working and had a delivery to the seedy south side of town. Not the kind of place I felt really comfortable with but all the same I really didn’t have any choice. As I drove down Bleeker Street down a block that is notorious for streetwalkers in the. "You know, this is all wrong, John. And I know it's because I got so drunk at the party. But yes. You may touch my pussy if you want. In fact I want you to do it."Having said this she let herself fall backwards on the bed. I lifted her legs up on the bed, and then I started to pull off her panties. She smelled wonderful and strong down there, and this time she helped me a bit more, lifting her arse off the bed to make it easier."Come on, John. Hurry up and take off your clothes before I regret. I kissed her neck and pined at her clothes, raised her skirt to find her panties damp. As I pushed them down, they fell to the floor. I caressed her sex and massaged her, ran my hands through her tufts until my finger slipped into her furrow to tease her slick bud. She sighed and deftly unleashed my pants, causing them to fall and pool around my feet Our skin pressed, two bodies gently swaying flesh to flesh in the dark. A hand came behind my neck and took hold for balance, the other on the.