He was the first man I had sex with. I think I married him because he was the first man I fucked and I felt it was the right thing to do. Things got p...etty vanilla fast and I found myself increasingly bored.My husband had a friend he did business with. This man was forty and I was 28. He was your typical salesman. He was outgoing, gregarious, flirtatious, fun to be around, the real life of the party. We would go out with him when he came to town. He flirted and paid a lot of attention to me,. " OK. But first it remains horrible, is that OK?"I told her I truly wanted to know."Well, as I just said, I felt totally trapped. There was no way I couldavoid those Thursday nights. I needed the money, I was scared of my storybeing told all over the College, I was terrified of what might be done tome if I didn't turn up. And as the weeks passed, I must confess, I gotbetter at my work, I learned the tricks that were needed at the bar stoolin order to get the attention of clients. And, to be. I wonder if she could get the Stable Boy’s number from Jenny before Jenny fucks off out of her life.“Hey!” someone says.I tuck myself away, straighten and trot out of the flowerbed.“Horsey girl!”I look around. The voice is male, and sounds middle-aged, but I can’t see anyone. I trot to my crossbar and wait.“I’ve got something for you. Would you like to see it?”I locate the source of the voice. It is between the shed and where the flower beds begin, behind the fence with the flowery vines along. “This is your first time with a t-girl,” she told him, “so you really should try the whole experience.”Susan wantonly lay on her back and opened her legs, from the drawer in her bedside table she removed a tube of lube, she squeezed some onto a couple of her fingers and inserted them into her tight ass, working her fingers in and out of herself. She removed her fingers, “fuck me,” she demanded of him, his brain said no but as with so many men his cock and balls wouldn’t listen and he positioned.