Sweats? Too high school. A tux? I actually owned a tux. No, too James Bond. She'd probably just start laughing. She was probably down there laughing a...yway, come to think about it. I mean, this was a successful business woman down there. After her divorce, Mrs. Stone had started her own interior decorating firm, and currently employed half a dozen people. She was probably waiting downstairs right now to rip me a new one unless I agreed never to breathe a word of what had happened this afternoon. The next morning, he was amazed to find a thank-you note from her, in his e-mail box. She stated that her real name was Amanda. The message went on to say, that she would be very interested in his opinion. She was a novice writer and had lost her editor. She also attached a hot sexy picture of herself. He sent her a sexy response. Soon their relationship went from editor, to friend, and then to online lover. He is still not sure what really happened, but here they were having an online. . I felt the cock fucking me let go and shoot sperm in my pussy.It was rapidly replaced by another new cock. I was not aware that Robert was sending new men in as soon as one blew his load in me. Finally, I was so wrapped up in sucking cock and being fucked Dog style that I lost count and reference to when new cock entered me... until. Until a nasty voice spoke in my ear. "Hello, Mrs. Benton. You don't know me, but your husband does. He got me fired. But I am getting even now... I am fucking. "We can always take care of you here, you hot-assed whore."Donna was still in the throes of her orgasm. The instant that Bud pulled his cock from her body, she tore herself loose >from the men who were holding her. She was in a frenzy now. Her desperation showed in her eyes and in her jerky, spasmodic movements, and her hands fluttered up to rip the front of her prized wedding dress wide open."Fuck me!" she screeched, her hands dropping down to tear at her dress where it covered her dripping,.