Spank me, slap me around, tie me up, restrain me, make me really feel it. Call me a bitch, a cunt, or anything else you want to call me. Treat me like...a real slut, a real piece of meat. Just don't leave any welts or marks that my husband would notice, okay? That's the only thing I'd ask." Sounds like a plan," I said, putting my clothes back on.Her eyes were sparkling with desire and anticipation."I've been dreaming and fantasising about something like this for so long."Dressed now, I grabbed. We were both too pissed anyway. So maybe I didn't have sex that night, I did feel a little tender the following morning. Oh I dunno, it must be stress."Rachel looked at Katherine and then back at her folder. "Do a test. Do a pregnancy test, just in case."Katherine took a deep breath and pursed her lips together. "Sure, if I don't come on by the end of the week. It's just worrying me but I am never that regular anyway."Rachel smirked, she had had regular periods since puberty and joked that she. My cock, seemingly keen to hear more, began to rise."If I knew that it was driving you out of your mind with arousal and lust? Then sure I would. If I found a guy who I really fancied, and knowing what it would do to you, then yes - I'd most likely enjoy it." She glanced down to see that my cock had risen to almost half-mast. She turned her face upward to me again. "Is that turning you on, honey? Imagining me not only really doing it, but enjoying it as another guy fucks me?" Yes," I answered. And again and again.” I wasn’t Catholic, but this sure sounded like a confessional. “So, what do you think is going to happen tonight?” Brad asked me. “I guess I’m going to suck a bunch of dick,” I told him. “I don’t do anal, and will give up the job if anal is required.” I did have boundaries, after all. “Good enough,” Brad said. “Now, lie down on your stomach and I’ll give you a massage.” This sounded like a no-lose situation. The heat from his body was like a sun, warming and arousing me. I.